It's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears
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Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears
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That I was born in North Carolina
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Not an hour from her home town
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And we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball
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And there's a glance in time suspended as I wonder how it is
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We've been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives
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Where my days are strips of highway
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And she's wiping tables down
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Holding on and still waiting for that windfall
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But I've come home
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Even though I've never had so far to go
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I've come home
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I pay the check and leave the change from a crumpled ten-dollar bill
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Head across the street where VACANCY is burning in neon still
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Well the night eats up my body heat
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And there's no sign of another
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And I find myself slipping down into that black
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But things are good I've got a lot of followers of my faith
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I've got a whole congregation living in my head these days
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And I'm preaching from the pulpit
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To cries of "Amen brother"
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Closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back
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And I've come home
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Even though I swear I've never been so alone
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I've come home
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I just want to be living as I'm dying
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Just like everybody here
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Just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile
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And I don't know where I'm driving to
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But I know I'm getting old
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And there's a blessing in every moment every mile
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Thin white terry bars of soap and a couple little plastic cups
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Old Gideons Bible in the nightstand drawer saying "Go on open up"
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Well I'll kneel down on the carpet here
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Though I never was sure of God
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Think tonight I'll give Him the benefit of the doubt
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I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
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Her hair falling all around me
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I smile and shake my head
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Well we all write our own endings
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And we all have our own scars
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But tonight I think I see what it's all about
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Because I've come home
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I've come home
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Homecoming (Walter's Song)
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Vienna Teng |