For me there is but one, by Dory Previn, the last track on her Mythical Kings and Iguanas album called Going Home also.

It begins

I have flown to star stained heights on bent and battered wings
In search of mythical kings, mythical kings . . .

and finishes with a huge gospel chorus repeating the line

Going home is such a ride, going home is such a ride, isn't going home a lo-lonely ride . .

over and over.

As I am wheeled feet first down the church I will certainly cry . . .