[Verse 1] Three years gone, three years of road Letters in my pocket, heavy load Every town taught me how to pray Every road taught me how to stay [Pre-Chorus] But the wind keeps calling me back To the old dirt road, no map [Chorus] I'm coming home, mama, I'm coming home Dust on my feet but my heart has grown Hear the hand drum calling from your door Mama, your son ain't lost no more [Verse 2] I saw oceans, I saw mountains high Saw my own reflection in a stranger's eye But nothing shines like your fire at night Nothing feels like your porch light [Chorus - Bigger] I'm coming home, mama, I'm coming home Dust on my feet but my heart has grown Hear the hand drum calling from your door Mama, your son ain't lost no more [Outro - All drums out, guitar only] Oye mama, keep the door open Your traveler is coming home...
