can you see me
frequenting motel-rooms
like you want me to
been on the road
for far too long
i know what dust tastes like
someone said
home is where the heart is
well i wanna know
where to find this place
cause nothing seems familiar
since you´ve walked away
so, please wait for me
i might be back late
cos i´ve forgotten my way home
please stay awake
and turn on the lights
this boy feels so alone
another bottle of wine
sings me to sleep
when i sing my blues
i know i´m keeping
bad company
but who cares anyway
homeward-bound
losing ground
a thousand miles away
(but who cares anyway)
i hate my suitcase life
though i know it´s right