(Micheal O’Brien, Steve Reischl)

One more day here in the trenches
Back on the merry-go-round again
Sometimes it feels like death by inches
When will this rat-race ever end
I do my best to keep my nose to the grindstone
I do my best to keep my shoulder to the wheel

Chorus
One last day it’ll be time to fly away
And say so long, I gotta be moving on
Up to a better place, gonna see Jesus face to face
It’s clear, that I’m still down here
But my heart’s already home.

So much heat here in the kitchen
It’s just more writing on the wall
And I’ve gotta say that I’ve been itchin
To pack my bags and leave it all

I used to love this old neighborhood I lived in
Never thought that I’d be moving on out for good

Time has come I’m already home
Time, time has come I’m already home
Time has come I’m already home
Time, time has come I’m already

It’s clear, that I’m still down here
But my heart’s already home.