We were dreaming about the future,
but that's all in the past is while
I'm still here traveling,
your time had come to move on.
Our friends are gathered close,
and the families all come in.
We're talking about your life,
your city and view of the land.
And though we miss you like crazy
How does it sound to hear the angels
singing around the throne.
How gold are the streets,
and what's it like to know
How does it feel to be home?
I'm going through your pictures,
And looking back I realize,
A heart that was longing for
You thought about your loved ones,
you'd meet up there someday
So as much as my heart aches,
and how I wish you had stayed.
How does it feel to be home?
How does it sound to hear the angels
singing around the throne?
How gold are the streets,
How does it feel to be home?
How gold are the streets?
How does it feel to be home?