Testo Coming Home

I'm coming home -was in London was in Rome Here's a song about the things i've ever known I'm coming home -was in London was in Rome Here's a song for every muscle, every bone I'm coming home 1. Was on the brooklin bridge, down in the USA I saw the Eiffel tower, no place I want to stay No, I don't miss (the) expressions I had, but I never found the truth there I travel alone, the target unknown Homesickness is in the air No sky is so blue - No love is so true That I would know where I belong I look to the stars - see the light of the cars Now I overtake the wheels And I know -I'm a clown -and I have no power in my words Should I write - should I shout - describe - the feelings in my head And the things are on my own 2. The train begins to rule, I close the window and Look at the falling sun, another foreign land Nobody knows where my travelling goes I don't know it myself Let the mountains at home let them wearing their crown Sunday I'll be back No ocean so deep - no candy so sweet That I ever change my mind The cultures i've seen - the places I've been Insired me at first sight