Coming Home

She climbs trees on weekdays

chases dreams to send her fears away

and doesnt care what people say

shes home grown

and all alone

with no place to call home

she never knows when to call her friends

just struggles along beating against pavement

her feet tapping a never ending rhythm

hips swinging to catch up with them

she doesn't mind wasting time

shes home grown

and all alone

with no place to call home

she never misses a chance to smile

afterall she's just a child

and the world hasn't tarnished her charm

She's just down on her luck

and a little stuck

but she hasn't given up yet

she's home grown

and all alone

sweeping and sashaying

and shimmy shaking

finding her way home

shes got a dance to finish

just lifts her arms and spins in it

yeah she's on the way home

she's got a long way to go

but she's coming home