A long walk home



Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped somethin' into my palm, then you were gone
I could smell the same deep green of summer
Above me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born


Quando nos afastamos da nossa linha matricial,dos alicerces que nos sustentam, ficamos a nós mesmos irreconhecíveis e o caminho de regresso é sempre mais difícil.