Coming Home

Lost place Neon lights Without you By my side You are A hundred miles away I'll take the Greyhound I can't stay Your twinkling eyes Your gloomy hair Like a butterfly In the air Every moment We've lost I regret Soon I hope to sit again Quiet beside your bed Can't remember Your beautiful face I forgot The sweet taste Of your soft lips That means to be alone I think it is time For coming home I quit my job I paid my room Don't wanna be no longer Such a fool Who's wasting time In a foreign land I want to hear your voice And to hold your hand Sunset breaks The fennecs moan A bus stop in the desert And a public phone Only one call "I'm coming home tonight To take you in my arms To hold you tight"