I remember watching the rain from my broken window pane,
Dusty lanes of my crazy city where, the sun comes up again.
And i learn to fight my tears and grow up on my own,
I remember my barrack days, all the time calling me back home.
Home where my dreams are safe and sound,
Home where the music plays on and on...
I remember the winter chill on a grey afternoon,
Naked smiles of children dancing admist the diesel fumes.
And I learn to fight my tears and grow up on my home,
I remember my barrack days all the time calling me back home.
Home where my dreams are safe and sound,
Home where the music plays on and on.
If you happen to lose your way and...have nowhere to go
I'll meet you and I will sing the song about a home
A home that wipes your tears away and laughter never ends
A home for me...It'll always be...a home sweet home...
A home for you my friend...
