We nearly die with laughter
We raise a hue and cry
We hunt that witch we’re after
And never wonder why
The man inside the mirror’s gonna know
I’m coming home, oh
We do a lotta talking
With nothing said at all
We gear up for the rocking
And just forget to roll
The man inside the mirror’s gonna show
I’m coming home, oh
What’s the glory of a light without a shadow?
The truth without the baring of a lie?
Oh, it’s all
For the love
For the pain
For the grace of knowing how to miss
It’s all
For the loss
For the gain
For the grace of being missed
I’m coming homе
I’m coming home
I’m entering thе port
Tell everyone, I’m coming home
How can we tell the mad man
That he has gone insane?
How can we free the sad man
From all his ball and chain?
The man inside the mirror’s gonna know
I’m coming home, oh
What’s the glory of a light without a shadow?
The truth without the baring of a lie?
