I'm coming home -was in London was in Rome
Here's a song about the things i've ever known
I'm coming home -was in London was in Rome
Here's a song for every muscle, every bone
I'm coming home
1.
Was on the brooklin bridge, down in the USA
I saw the Eiffel tower, no place I want to stay
No, I don't miss (the) expressions I had,
but I never found the truth there
I travel alone, the target unknown
Homesickness is in the air
No sky is so blue - No love is so true
That I would know where I belong
I look to the stars - see the light of the cars
Now I overtake the wheels
And I know -I'm a clown -and I have no power in my words
Should I write - should I shout - describe - the feelings in my head
And the things are on my own
2.
The train begins to rule, I close the window and
Look at the falling sun, another foreign land
Nobody knows where my travelling goes
I don't know it myself
Let the mountains at home let them wearing their crown
Sunday I'll be back
No ocean so deep - no candy so sweet
That I ever change my mind
The cultures i've seen - the places I've been
Insired me at first sight