I tend to prefer the paths that I have walked before Cause when I follow my own nose, I usually get lost But as I’m looking for clues to find my way back I might come across a treasure So maybe getting lost sometimes isn’t bad at all
I tend to prefer to walk alone when I’ve got things to figure out Cause when I walk with you we fall for answers way too fast Below the sky on my own I find the courage to give name to all my questions So maybe walking alone sometimes isn’t bad at all
As long as I can come home to you I can come home From were I’ve been and from were I’ve gone From the battles I’ve lost and the ones I’ve won Home to you, home to you, home to you
I tend to prefer avoiding turnarounds; hate to walk the same way back Feels like a boring de-ja-vu, a transportation lap But things might appear quite differently when you see them from the other side So maybe turning around sometimes isn’t bad at all
As long as I can come home to you I can come home To catch my breath and rest my feet When I’m off the ground and when I’ve felt the heat Home to you, home to you, home to you
I’d like to see it all But life can make us fall You love me even when I crawl And I know you want to share it all
I can come home to you To your warm embrace Yes, I can come home to you I can come home You’re just being you, I’m just being me Everyday’s a beginning of another journey Home to you, home to you, home to you