The Way Home Lyrics - Singles - Coretta Scott

I can't believe she's finally here 

Two weeks and I dread this whole damn trip 

(how awkward this will be) 

Smoke that take three of these, and go to sleep 

I'll see you when you wake up, if you wake up... 

On her way home 

harsh winds blow the metal from wings 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day 

Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky 

Tears and make-up smear conveyor belts at security gates 

I'm incognito as I'm checking plastic bags 

full of body parts, please pay no attention to moving limbs 

Her time of death, our time of death was long ago 

On her way home 

harsh winds blow the metal from wings 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day 

Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky 

It's her lucky day 

It's her lucky day 

Way home 

harsh winds blow the metal from wings 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day 

Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky 

Way home 

harsh winds blow the metal from wings 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky 

Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart 

She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky 

Way home 

(it's her lucky) 

Way home 

(it's her lucky)