I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street Every building so familiar, but it's like I never seen 'em There's the same rows of houses, row on row I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door And lingered, standing there on the porch Little flecks on the brick where the paint did not stick I never could paint in the lines I felt just like a tourist seeing it all for the first time Like a guest, unsure of what I might find I set down my boots where he would hang up his suits And I brushed the snow from my coat To the skin, I was soaked
I felt just like a traveller, my eyes open wide Like a stranger, uncertain and shy Everybody's so well-meaning, everybody's been so kind Called to see if I'd been eating, wondered when to come by You should have called somebody You should have called somebody before it ever came to this I wish that you'd called meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
