Lyrics

Sometimes it's words sometimes it's nothing,
Sometimes it takes my breath away.
It's distant thunder, or crickets singing,
Or a loved ones murmur at the break of day.

You call and call and call your children,
When we have wandered off alone.
It's easy to get lost in this grand adventure here,
And you whisper "Come home, come home"

When I listen well your voice surrounds me,
With songs of free will blended in a symphony.
So I will try and find the truest notes I know,
And offer up a harmony.

You call and call and call your children,
When we have wandered off alone.
It's easy to get lost in this grand adventure here,
And you whisper "Come home, come home"