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The Road Home

 

I was just a small boy in a northern newfie town

Wide eyes and big dreams of leaving home

Didnít want to wait till I was old enough to wander

So I travelled in my mind when I was alone

I day dreamed Ďbout the bright lights in big cities

And Iíd lay awake at night waiting for the time

When I could pack my bags

And I could head out for adventure

Never dreaming once about whatís behind

 

Iím just dreaming of the road that leaving home

Somewhere out there I just want to roam

Staring out the window at the water trees and stone

And dreaming of the road thatís leaving home

Well I finally hit the age of adult freedom

Could see it now Iíd make it on my own

No worries cares or anyone to guide me

It wasnít long before the turns I took were wrong

 

And I spent some nights behind the gates of freedom

Was my first taste of loneliness and fear

And Monday morning they said boy youíre leaving

And I swore that I would never go back there

But thatís the cracks upon a road thatís leaving home

This dreaming ainít so easy all alone

Iíve been staring out this window at the water trees and stone

And dreaming of the road that takes me home

 

Well years have passed by since I left that small town

 Iím back there many thousand miles away

And I settled on in this one room apartment

Wishing I was leaving here today

ĎCause I miss my mom and dad and all my family

I miss staring at the water trees and stone

And my mind goes back to many years ago now

Back to when I dreamed of leaving home

But now I pray upon a road that takes me home

Iím tired of being out here all alone

The age upon my face shows all the agony and stones

That I faced upon the highway leaving home

Now I pray upon a road that takes me home