Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.
Home by Daughtry
Sometimes one's wanderings end at home. I resigned today. Soon I won't be 1 of 8 million people who live in New York City. I'll miss it; I'm sure. I'm so grateful I got to do it for a year. I'm going home...
No comments:
Post a Comment