Anya Hinkle - Coming Home (feat. Akira Satake)

At the end of twilight
Beginning of nightfall
Waning sun falling from the golden summer sky

Baseballs are sailing
To gloves are waiting
Like shooting stars through the darkening night

An evening train whispers by
Shadows walking in the street

I wander through the alley home
Mamas waiting steaming bowls

It's miles away from here
And it's years since I been there
But in my mind I'm always coming home

Cicadas are singing
As darkness is bringing
All of the children home for the day

Bellies are rumbling
Every kitchen they're stumbling
And hurrying home for the very first taste

A bicycle passes by
Squeaking wheel every time it turns

I hear the wind chimes on the breeze
Rustling the leaves on the trees

It's miles away from here
And it's years since I been there
But in my mind I'm always coming home

If I wander, if I go
I'm always coming home

Written by:
Anya Hinkle

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