There's nothing like the smell of a summertime storm When it blows through an old live oak tree You wouldn't believe what a sunset in Key West Could do for you mind's inner peace I've heard about all of the good Lord's creations The mountains and oceans so blue Don't need to see the seven wonders of this world 'Cause I know they won't stand up to Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you It's good coffee and spinning barefoot in the kitchen Just livin' and lovin' this life A porch swing with red wine, a backyard with fireflies Girl, I swear there ain't nothing like Coming home to you Coming home to you I pull out the driveway, roll up to a stop sign And sit here and stare at the road Reflect on this dream life, my dream girl, this dream job And sometimes still don't wanna go 'Cause whenever I get there, I'm punching the hours Counting down the minutes until I point this truck back home, high tailing, smiling 'Cause nothing compares to how it feels Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you Coming home to you It's good coffee and spinning barefoot in the kitchen Just livin' and lovin' this life A porch swing with red wine, a backyard with fireflies Girl, I swear there ain't nothing like Coming home to you Coming home to you
