A Sort of Homecoming

And you know it’s time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Tonight we’ll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

For tonight, at last
I am coming home.

6 Comments

  1. Posted December 19, 2003 at 11:46 am | Permalink

    God bless you, Bono.

  2. POP
    Posted December 19, 2003 at 12:47 pm | Permalink

    And we’re glad to have you. It’s not really home until you’re there, and when you’ve found the way back to San Jose it will be far too empty all over again.

    POP

  3. Posted December 19, 2003 at 11:38 pm | Permalink

    Thanks for sharing, sweetie. That was nice.

  4. Posted December 19, 2003 at 11:40 pm | Permalink

    Wait… are you talking to me, or my dad?

  5. Posted December 19, 2003 at 11:41 pm | Permalink

    Why do I even try?

  6. Neal
    Posted December 20, 2003 at 9:58 am | Permalink

    Seeing as Steph posted in the comments about your blog, Josh-u-a, I think she was talking to you. …Seriously man, you creep me out! Seriously! Creep me out! 😉

    At any rate, isn’t it cool how U2 seems to fit any occasion? Neat stuff. This somewhat reminds me of the fact that I was listening to The Unforgettable Fire album as I was standing at the front of the ferry to Ireland. Nothing like a bit o’ U2 to let you know you’re seeing Ireland for the first time.