Coming Home [French translation]

When I look back I guess I only remember

The good and sometimes the bad

I hadn't seen you in a while

Thought maybe you went off and had a child

I was hoping I'd see you again

We were best friends I told you everything

I changed your life and you changed mine

Now I'm driving down our street and memories flying back at me

I think of your face I smile

Oh Lord, it's hard sometimes

I don't know where I'm going

Oh Lord, it's hard sometimes

I hope I know where I've been

The kids are playing football in the snow

Man, it sure feels like home

And my man, he's playing on his horn

Man, I love to hear it blow