Coming Home
It's all the same as it was before when i went to my room and i opened the door
I smelled the old air full of old memories full of wishes and full of dreams
I remember the time when i was a child no worries about the future everything was alright
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
I saw an old friend, he used to be one of mine, but as he looked at me he didn't recognize
I sat alone at the window in the bus wondering why everything changed so fast
The color of the leaves, the old big trees as i'm driving through these empty streets
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
I smelled the old air full of old memories full of wishes and full of dreams
I remember the time when i was a child no worries about the future everything was alright
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
I saw an old friend, he used to be one of mine, but as he looked at me he didn't recognize
I sat alone at the window in the bus wondering why everything changed so fast
The color of the leaves, the old big trees as i'm driving through these empty streets
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
Everything was fine back in the days in the good old times
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to my friends, where i belong, where i'm not alone
I'm coming home, i'm coming home
Back to the roots, i'm coming home
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Stengl
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