Driving Home to the Bay

Wheels hum soft on the old coast road

Sun dripping gold where the wildflowers grow

Windows down, salt in the air

Every mile, I’m almost there

Maple leaves wave from the roadside trees

Radio low, just the sound of the breeze

Passing by fields, chasing the light

My heart knows I’ll be home tonight

I’m driving home to the bay

Where the sea sings and the boats sway

Where the hills roll like stories untold

And the sky burns orange, pink, and gold

I’ve been gone too long, but I’m on my way

I’m driving home to the bay

There’s a pier stretched into the blue

Fishermen smile like they always do

Kids in red boats laugh and row

And the tide moves soft and slow

And I feel the pull, like the moon on the tide

The closer I get, the more I come alive

I’m driving home to the bay

Where the sea sings and the boats sway

Where the hills roll like stories untold

And the sky burns orange, pink, and gold

I’ve been gone too long, but I’m on my way

I’m driving home to the bay

I see the town with its rooftops bright

Shimmering under fading light

I’m almost there, I can hear the waves

Calling me back to yesterday

I’m driving home to the bay

Where the sea sings and the boats sway

Where the hills roll like stories untold

And the sky burns orange, pink, and gold

I’ve been gone too long, but I’m on my way

I’m driving home to the bay

Yeah, I’m home...

Back to the bay...