I was lucky as always,
My train had gone ahead,
I'm left behind, I was left all alone.
Crying – is extra work
Strange railway station folk,
Until the morning you’ll be waiting
In a flurry of pictures of the road.
But I'll walk, I’ll walk , I’ll walk, I’ll walk.
And through the autumn puddles and the ice,
And through the stones, back home, back home, back home.
I'll walk home, I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home,
I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home,
I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home!
Back home!
Back home!
Back home!
And the train took the luggage,
My years are all the same
I lost, but didn’t change myself.
In a circle or strait –
Only back home, back home
You’ll understand,
If the night tells all about me, about me.
But I'll walk, I’ll walk , I’ll walk, I’ll walk.
And through the autumn puddles and the ice,
And through the stones, back home, back home, back home.
I'll walk home, I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home,
I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home,
I’ll walk, I’ll walk back home!
Back home!
Back home! Back home! Back home! Back home! Back home!
Back home! Back home! Back home! Back home! Back home!
Back home!