The best part of leaving home is coming back again. I also had in mind some of my older friends whose kids were leaving for University too.

All the people are waiting
Like they'd never done before
Every breath it is bated
As the ship sailed to the shore
All the eyes they are filling
Filling up with tears
Every handkerchief waving
It's been so many years

You're coming home, you're coming home
You're coming home, you're coming home

At Lime Street Station
A father waits alone
In anticipation
Of a kind he's never known
And the train that's arriving
Is half an hour delayed
Ah what's a mere forty minutes
When it's two years since you strayed

People come and people go
Spreading stories that they know
Spreading stories that they've learned
Some they've lived or they have earned
Some are false and some are true
Many of them came from you
That you taught them at your knee
Changed their sense of what could be

Now the next generation
Your stories in their ears
With a young person's passion
Without an old man's fears
And they stand at the threshold
The threshold of the door
There's a whole wide world waiting
For them to go and explore
They're leaving home, they're leaving home
They're leaving home, they're leaving home

But they'll come back home, they're coming home
They're coming home, they're coming home
They're coming home, they're coming home
Bringing stories of their own