She had her heart set on Mexico.
One day she packed her bags and said she go.
Before she left she said all her goodbyes.
Her father wasn't there.
Her mother cried.

She wrote a letter home.
"Mother, how are you?"
Forward speaking, in tongues.
She had places she should go, maybe somewhere, Mexico.

One day she got a letter in the mail.
It was her mother saying all is well.
She said her father needed her to pray.
She said "Momma I'll be home someday"

And she's calling home. And her father spoke.
It's been such a long time.
He didn't realized she was ever alone.

And she's calling home.
And her mother spoke.
It's been cush a long time.
Together try cried.
She's on her way home.
And now she's home.