Gabrielle Aplin - Coming Home Lyrics

I wonder where my friend has goneI wonder where it all went wrongWas there something that I should have known?I looked for him in AmsterdamI cried for him in BirminghamWondered if he's ever coming homeComing home, coming homeStanding underneath the sky with nothing of my ownI'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeHad a man, tall and fineI left him by an old road signTold him I was off to MexicoWith my feet on the trackAnd your shadow on my back,Wondered if I'm ever coming homeComing home, coming homeStanding underneath the sky with nothing of my ownI'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeComing home, coming homeStanding underneath the sky with nothing of my ownI'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsownBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming homeBetter off if he was coming home