The birds fly south in November But i go north in December To see my family They's nice to me We eat and talk and drink coffee And while i'm up there, i think Maybe this is where i belong But when i get back home, i think No i was probably wrong This is the home song This is the home song They say, home is where the heart is You carry it with you, impossible to miss Some people want to be like birds And fly over earth But i want to be the whale The whale goes place no one has ever been The whale goes place no one has ever beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
