So when they danced, I'll know that you're already home

When will you let me know
That you’re coming home?
Tell the world that you’re coming home.
Tell its people, so when they danced
I’d know that you’re already home.
You may run or you may not run,
Ride a car or a midnight train
Or just tell the stars that you’re coming home.
They’ll light up your way,
Way back home.
Tell the monsoons of your home-coming.
Beneath you’re wings,
You’ll find them
Leading you,
Leading you home.
But probably you’d take your suitcase and be home
When you read,
Read this poem.