Paroles de Come Home

Are you going to be around next time?
I need you here,
Counting minutes is no crime,
I feel you near

This seems to be catastrophe,
But stood in line, so easily,

Talk about the stars and how they burn,
Just lay on the ground, they'll take over,
Talk about the girls, above the water,
Why did we leave all this behind?

And I'll be coming home next year, again,
And every year after that,
You may well be gone by then,
But the memories can still,
be seen in my hands,

Show me another overgrown pathway
To a better place and you'll win,
I'll just turn around and go back home
It's where I belong