Coming Home from Babylon, a song

Here's the first track from my most recent release, a song called "Coming Home From Babylon." It's a song that grew almost entirely out of the opening riff, which I had kicking around for months before I finally sat down and tried to turn it into a song. It's about exile and return, and receiving the joyful welcome of God at the end of a long, hard road.

I rose with the dawn

I sank into the deep

But everywhere I went

You were waiting there for me

And I wandered through the dark

And I reached for the heights

But everywhere I went

I was always in your sight

Now this prodigal 

Is reaching for

The open door 

Of your waiting arms

And I did not know

You were magnetic north

For the compass of 

My longing heart

I'm coming home,

O home from Babylon

I'm taking down the harps

From all the trees they were hanging on

And every road 

Every road I've traveled on

Is pointing home

O home into your arms from Babylon

You are the guide

The first and final step

You are the road

You are the journey's end

My oasis in the desert

O the signs along the way

No matter where I went

You were always there with me

Now this prodigal 

Is reaching for

The open door 

Of your waiting arms

And I did not know

You were magnetic north

For the compass of

My longing heart

I'm coming home,

O home from Babylon

I'm taking down the harps

From all the trees they were hanging on

And every road 

Every road I've traveled on

Is pointing home

O home into your arms from Babylon