Going home is a lonely travel and long You think you're there after all these years And your feet feel sore You see no more why You're always looking for roads to take you to home You change your make up and buy new shoes thinking; almost there Yes, almost there Still, still Far away but not farther than a forgotten thought Looking back is like strange imaginations You are there, you are there You traveled far and you traveled hard for so long Through changing seasons not knowing you carried all along The home that's you own Now know Far away, but not farther than a forgotten thought Looking back is like strange imaginations You are there, you are there