The saint and the sinner
The wise and foolish
The poet and the preacher
They're all coming home
They're all coming home
The lover and the leaver
The drunkard and the prophet
The student and the teacher
They're all coming home
They're all coming home
But I keep coming back for all the wrong reasons
I may be on my knees, but in my heart there's treason
Still you run
With open arms
And a burning heart
Open arms
And I can start
To understand
Who I am, in who you are
God of the open arms
I am such a martyr
For things that just don't matter
I'm amazed you even bother
But still I'm coming home
Still I'm coming home
You know I'm coming back for all the wrong reasons
You know i am a sinner in my heart there's treason
But still you run
With open arms
And a burning heart
Open arms
And I can start
To understand
Who I am, in who you are
Oh with open arms
And a burning heart
Open arms
And I can start
To understand
Who I am, in who you are
God of the open arms
