the rain from my broken window pane.
Misty lanes of my crazy city where the sun comes up again
And I've learned to fight my tears and grow up on my own.
I remember my barrack days, the whole time calling me back home.
Oh, where my dreams are safe and sound
Oh, well, the music plays on and on
I remember the winter chill on a gray afternoon.
Naked smiles of children dancing amidst the diesel fumes.
And I learned to fight my tears and grow up on my own.
I remember my barrack days, old times, calling me back home Where my dreams are safe and sound
Oh, where the music plays on and on
No, no
If you happen to lose your way and have nowhere to go
Maybe it's you that I will sing a song about at home.
A home that wipes your tears away and laughter never ends.
A home for me, it'll always be A home, sweet home, a home for you, my friend Bo Barrett
forever.
Boat parades,
Forever.
Oh, there is
Forever.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Forever.
I'm coming home.
My parents.
Oh, Paris.
Forever
I'm coming home to you
The river, take this boat, take this boat, ferrets
Forever.
Oh, Paris.
Forever I've been missing you Oh, Paris Forever
Oh, Paris, forever
