aplacecalledhome

Standing outside looking over a place called home,
I couldn't stay.
Leaves have fallen, wind keeps blowing colder,
winter's on its way.
My bags are packed, the car is waiting,
my greatest fear you left alone.
Once again my life sweet darling,
I've made my bed, it's time to roam.

Long live freedom where I come from,
place that I call home.
Standing outside, saying goodbye,
it tears me up to go.

Thousand miles oceans between us, I think about her everyday.
This plane rides long, these wheels keep rolling,
I call to see if she's OK.
It's dark and lonely all by herself,it tears me up to walk away.
This time my sweet Nagyi darling, I pray I'll see you once again.

Long live freedom where I come from,
place that I call home.
Standing outside, saying goodbye,
it tears me up to go.