My bag’s already packed.
Got money in wallet.
I’m anxious as a kid
With a gift on Christmas morning.

Please don’t paint me as a sap,
But another month I know I’d snap.
It’s all good fun, but there’s no real soul.

Chorus: So I’ll throw my face into the wind.
Cant wait till I see your face again.
On my way, baby. Oh, I’m coming home.
This pilot can’t fly fast enough.
He doesn’t know I miss you so much.
But I’m coming home.
I’m coming home.

Got a secret in my bag.
And I hope you can accept it.
A symbol of my faith
In you and me and heaven.

Cliche I know, I’m just a sap
And without you I know I’d snap.
It’s all good fun but there’s no real soul.

Repeat chorus x2