Rupert Pope
’I’m Coming Home
Hold on
Don't let the feeling drag you down
Let it flow like a river
Here now nothing to be done
And I'm coming home
Take it on the chin
And give me thirty years for my sins
And I won't get mad
Four minute mile
And you gotta go out in style
Better not get mad
Give me a winning smile
Hold on
Don't let the feeling drag you down
Let it flow like a river
Here now nothing can be done
And I'm coming home
Ball in my court
And it's funny to let it go
But I might get mad
Looming over the walls
I've got a fly by message
For the ones who fall
Hold on
Don't let the feeling drag you down
Let it flow like a river
Here now nothing to be done
I'm coming home
Hold on
Don't let the feeling drag you down
Let it flow like a river
Here now nothing can be done
I'm coming home