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,
but it echoes in 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 in hoping anyway
CHORUS:
Going home, I'll meet you at the table.
Going home, I'll meet you in the air.
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, more
than I can guess, and more than I can see with human sight.
But I have felt
you with my spirit. I have
felt you fill this room. This is just an
invitation, a sample of the whole, and I
cannot wait to be going home
CHORUS
Face to face how
can it be? Face to face
how can it be? Face to face how can it be?