I was twenty seven days late for my arrival
I tried twenty seven ways to cut down my survival
Son, I know you can’t begin to understand
And I hope you’ll never have to know
What it’s like to be a drifting kind of man
So let me in, let me in and
Clean my sin, pull me from this cup I’m in
I want us to begin again, now I’ve come back
Windows clouded with your breath, fingers wipe away your tears
The hope you had for love that left, has dwindled through the years
One embrace can not erase all of your pain
I hope this moment’s not in vain
Let me in, I’m coming back
Let me in, I’m coming
Oh, I’m coming back
