Every waking hour I long to go home.
My creator calls me with the tune, the picture, the wind.
No words are needed, for where my home is, words do not exist.
The music is the words. The smile is the nod, for The King has made me whole.

I’m from a land where there is no pain.
No time, no loss, where everyone knows your name.
I’m from the land where colors sing, and the grass is greener than the greenest green.
I’m from the place where streets are gold, where there are no tears and none are old.
This life I live is nothing compared to where I’m going when I reach my end.
Come along and join with me, the place I’m going, it has no fee.
It was paid by my friend upon a tree. That’s why this love is free, you see.
Though time it drains and makes me ill, the more I’m thankful even still.
For this world is not my home. No, I’ve never ever been alone.
Every day I feel inside, the one who was with me all this time.
The one who sits upon the throne, knows one day soon I’m coming home.