The ache of afternoon glow Touches the sycamores The place the birds sing for What a beautiful party These people talk the same Drinking stars in their champagne
But deep in my coat pockets I find that old familiar feeling Homesick Homesick
The city opens her palm And we hit all the greens Burning gasoline I feel young and kind of pretty In your drivers seat With a place to be
But my mind is far from a skyline On that old familiar back road Homesick Homesick
Homesick for a home I don't have Heartsick for a life I can never get back Homesick for a home I don't have Heartsick for a life I can never, never get back
So I board a silver plane And chase the sunsets down Making canyons in the clouds
But packed away in my suitcase What I didn't mean to bring That old familiar feeling HomesickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
