NOW I'M COMING BACK
In my new car on a road
Where I ran barefoot,
Listening to an old song in the radio,
childhood view which keeps on changing,
On the sidewalk near my home,
same old men drinking coffee,
Rolling a cigarette,
Now I'm coming back.
On the bench with the guitar,
Wwhere I sat with my friend,
We wrote songs all night long,
Better song than talk,
I didn't want to go back home,
Since I knew the house was empty,
Even though I moved on -
Now I'm coming back.
Chorus:
It's me the same kid -
I had good times, I had bad times,
On the train rail, with a face full of hope,
And mother isn't coming back -
it hurts and known,
When all the sweetness passes on,
a bitter taste still stays.
The kids in the station
Catch a ride to go far away,
Dreaming of running
From the embarrassing simplicity,
I spread my hands to hug the past,
Closing and opening eyes -
Now I'm coming back.
Chorus:
It's me the same kid ...
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