Well I once heard a story about a run-down home Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone He tried to live, no effort was shown He’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a family with smiles and frowns They never could solve his way to be down Cos he’s one dog who don’t want a bone He’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a nice house with windows and doors He said to his wife what’s mine is yours But the seeds of deception are soon to be sown He’s slowly finding a way back home
His children have left but the rooms are still there His misses the noise and the scents in their hair But far from the nest the babies have flown He’s slowly finding a way back home
His wife was an angel sent from above He never returned her kisses or love But soon he’d found that she’d overgrown This man who’s finding a way back home
So the leaves are all dead in this broken man’s June The rain will still fall on the sunny afternoon He stares at the floor, no more to roam He’s slowly finding a way back home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down home Where a man with regrets lived all alone He tried to live, no effort was shown He’ll never find a way back homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
