I've been feeling kind of restless 

I've been feeling out of place 

I can hear a distant singing 

A song that I can't write 

And it echoes of what I'm always trying to say 



There's a feeling I can't capture 

It's always just a prayer away 

I want to know the ending 

Things hoped for but not seen 

But I guess that's the point of hoping anyway 



Of going home, I'll meet you at the table 

Going home, I'll meet you in the air 

And you are never too young to think about it 

Oh, I cannot wait to be home 



I'm confined by my senses 

To really know what you are like 

You are more than I can fathom 

And more than I can guess 

And more than I can see with you in sight 



But I have felt you with my spirit 

I have felt you fill this room 

And this is just an invitation 

Just a sample of the whole 

And I cannot wait to be going home 



Going home, I'll meet you at the table 

Going home, I'll meet you in the air 

And you are never too young to think about it 

Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home 



Face to face, how can it be 

Face to face, how can it be 

Face to face, how can it be 



Cuz this is just an invitation 

Just a sample of the whole 

And I cannot wait to be going home