Coming Home to Detroit - Alyssa Sheridan

Coming Home to Detroit By Alyssa Sheridan St. Catherine’s Records Copyright 2026 Lyrics: [Verse 1] I left my keys beside the Grand Canal, Venice kept my footsteps in its stone. Now the flight comes down through Michigan gray, And the runway feels like coming home. Past Central Station, old brick holding time, I watch the October branches pass. The assembly line still hums inside my hands, Though I’ve been gone too long to ask. [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Take the long way, take your time,” So I turn the wheel toward the familiar signs. [Chorus] I’m coming home to Detroit, Where my name still fits the door. From the water streets of Venice To the place I’m rooted for. We’ll meet at National Coney Island, Trade the years we couldn’t keep. I crossed an ocean just to find The ground that knows my feet. [Verse 2] Canadian geese draw arrows through the sky, Over rooftops brushed with October rain. My friends have new dogs tugging at their coats, New houses with a porch light on again. We drive past lots where every story grew, Windows down, the cool air rushing in. You tell me who moved out and who came back, I laugh before the sentence ends. [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Take the long way, take your time,” And every turn puts your old voice beside mine. [Chorus] I’m coming home to Detroit, Where my name still fits the door. From the water streets of Venice To the place I’m rooted for. We’ll meet at National Coney Island, Trade the years we couldn’t keep. I crossed an ocean just to find The ground that knows my feet. [Bridge] Maybe home is not a picture, Maybe home is who still calls. A dog asleep beside the doorway, A friend waving from the hall. The river keeps its patient motion, The old station holds its place. I came back with another country Still folded in my face. [Final Chorus] I’m coming home to Detroit, Where my name still fits the door. From the water streets of Venice To the place I’m rooted for. We’ll meet at National Coney Island, Let the coffee turn to dawn. I crossed an ocean just to find The life I carried on. [Outro] Past Central Station, wheels rolling slow, Detroit, I’m here. I’m home.