I been to Paris, I been to Rome Seen a little bit of the world that's known But it seems no matter where I go I know this world, it ain't my home
I got keys to a house that's on loan I got keys to a car with rust and chrome I got keys to things I'll never own 'Cause I know this world, it ain't my home
And you take me so very close But I can't cut down this thought that grows That no matter where I rest or roam I know this world, it ain't my home
Sometimes it seems a far-off dream Just inside, but out of reach I don't know where to go, but I just keep going 'Cause I know this world, it ain't my home
And you take me so very close But I can't cut down this thought that grows That no matter where I rest or roam I know this world, it ain't my home
Maybe I could try to fall in love again Find a little house with a picket fence But you know, you know that I, I'm a travellin' man To a distant country in a far-off land.
And when my time is used and done When I see that final settin' sun I'll leave everything I've ever known And that house above, it will be my home.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.