Track 10 of the album Third Place and Grinning · 2021
Everyone Comes Home Through These Doors
“Balloons, signs and a grandma in her Sunday best at the arrivals gate. We close the record with everyone coming home.”
classical crossover · anthemic choir · gospel · 3:31
Lyrics
Balloons are bobbing, signs held high A grandma in her Sunday best A little boy on tiptoe stands With his teddy on his chest The doors swing wide, a rush of faces Tired eyes and open arms Every hello is a small bright thunder Every hug a safe-home charm Listen, can you hear it The whole hall catching breath Everyone comes home through these doors Carrying the distance, dropping it on the floors Laughing, crying, running into arms Everyone comes home through these doors Sing it for the ones who crossed the sea Sing it for the ones who waited patiently Open up the morning, let the welcome pour Everyone comes home through these doors A soldier in his rumpled coat A student back for the holidays A couple who have not been touched in months Standing still in a golden haze Listen, can you hear it The whole hall catching breath Everyone comes home through these doors Carrying the distance, dropping it on the floors Laughing, crying, running into arms Everyone comes home through these doors Sing it for the ones who crossed the sea Sing it for the ones who waited patiently Open up the morning, let the welcome pour Everyone comes home through these doors Every suitcase has a story Every landing has a name And the waiting was worth it For the way you say my name Everyone comes home through these doors Carrying the distance, dropping it on the floors Laughing, crying, running into arms Everyone comes home through these doors Sing it for the ones who crossed the sea Sing it for the ones who waited patiently Open up the morning, let the welcome pour Everyone comes home through these doors Everyone comes home