Way back Home

Standing here, looking at these city lights,

Feels like I'm growing old,

Everything's so hi-fi.

Don’t know why I feel alone,

I had a life, it was so right.

I wanna go back to my mother’s arms,

Mamma take me back,

Don’t leave me alone...

Cos I’m singing a song,

The one that belongs,

To a book where the pages are torn,

And I don’t understand, I can’t comprehend,

The reasons for all this pain.

It felt so good when I took that stride,

But it has given me a face I wanna hide,

So it’s better that way, that I stay away,

From the angels, who got me deprived.

I am coming back,

Would you hold my hand?

Would you help me stand?

Would you smile again?

Or would you say -

Son you must pay, for the games that you played.

Or would you see the crazy me, the one that hides, deep inside?

Sir, please understand, please hold my hand,

I just can’t miss this train.

Gonna get home soon, so give me some room,

Sir, please help me stand.

It felt so good when I took that stride,

But it has given me a face I wanna hide,

So it’s better that way, that I stay away,

From the angels, who got me deprived.

I'm standing here, in front of my home,

I am scared, I am alone,

But then I see my mother's arms,

They were stretched out to receive me.