Lyrics

Over coffee on a Sunday morning
I bought a ticket on an outbound train
Somewhere out west in Idaho or walking in the English rain
Never occurred to me or maybe I just didn't think
Was just another avenue I turned on to
What'll be will be

But sometimes I just want to go back home
But it's the life, I know
If I had time, I'd only stay a while
I don't know, what I might find

Mirrors on the backroads, I never try to look into
They only hold a broken picture of a life that I once know
All the midnights and the melodies
Like a train whistle loud and clear
Like a circus ride running wild and free
Echoes cold through the air

But sometimes I just want to go back home
But it's the life, I know
If I had time, I'd only stay a while
I don't know, what I might find

The grows and nobody knows where the end is gonna be

But sometimes I just want to go back home
But it's the life, I know
If I had time, I'd only stay a while
I don't know, what I might find