Instrumental
In a cafe just off I-65 I seen a man and a woman and a baby child they were laughing, smiled at me when they went to pay And the way she was talking
Tennessee, Baton Rouge Dallas, Texas, coming through New Orleans, I could stay But tomorrow I'm on my way I'm close to home (Close to home) I'm close
I swear on my life I really do care Don't know where we going But I can't wait to get there I've been the lost boy In search of his mom The sky still
Passion that shouts and red with anger I lost myself through alleys of mysteries I went up and down like a demented train Don't take it personal, I choose
Five o'clock, I don't know what to do It's much too late to call, it's too soon to go and see you If I arrived with a suitcase at your door Would you
Tulkojums: Skumjas pēc mājām uz Space. Tuvu pilnīgai.
Tulkojums: Šķēlumiem. Piedzīvojumi tuvu mājām.
I need an alibi for where I?ve been I knew better than to call you but I did Now I?m contemplating each dividing line between mistake and I knew better
Don't take it personal I choose my own fate I follow love I follow hate. Passion that shouts and red with anger I lost myself Through alleys of mysteries
: Das Seil rei?t Direkt vor deinen Handen Alle fallen, alles fallt Sieht lustig aus fur den Moment Auch wenn es das nicht ist Hier, wo einmal im Quartal