I'm going homeI'm going homeI'm going home
I'm smiling I'm flying I'm going homeno sad face no suitcase I'm going homeand I'm thinking backto the girl I left is she waiting for mewhen I left my heart wasn't in my handsis she waiting home for me
when I get homewhen I get homewhen I get home
I know my friends will be thereand they will welcome meI'll wash away these memoriesfrom these dirty streets
when I get homewhen I get homewhen I get homewhen I get home
I'm dreaming I'm scheming I'm going homeI'm racing time's wasting I'm going homeand I see my home and I see my dreamI see everyone theregoing right back down to when I was freeand I hadn't a care
I'm going homeI'm going homeI'm going home
and in my baby's eyesI see joy and prideuncover all those liesthat I left behind
when I get home
and I see my home and I see my dreamI see everyone theregoing right back down to when I was freeand I hadn't a carewhen I get home


