It's there as I pull in the driveway See the red brick and fountain, I know That nothing compares to the feeling The feeling of coming back home 'Cause it's there at the worn kitchen table That we talk and we laugh and we cry And the dog she's grown old but still barking Oh, nothing has changed except time Oh, everything that I need comes back when I walk through the door And I don't know who I'd be without this place I call home In the front yard we're singing with six strings In the back yard we sleep with the stars How I took all the good times for granted I guess growing up was never that far But everything that I need comes back when I walk through the door And I don't know who I'd be without this place I call home Now it's there as I back out the driveway As I wave to the people I love That nothing compares to the feeling The feeling of coming back home Oh, I love coming back home