this town We could run away, away I?m gone, well, this will be a long, long ride, long ride I?m dreaming of coming home, home, home I?m writing you
of this town We could run away, away I?m gone This will be a long, long ride Long ride I?m dreaming of coming Home, Home, Home I?m writing you another
Tulkojums: Ierāmēšanas Hanley. Mājas.