Letra de Home - The Ridleys

I'm on my own

So this is how it feels to be alone

It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go

A hundred million miles away from home

My father's old

I think his love is growing cold

It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go

A hundred million miles away from home

Far enough to run no further

And near enough to retrace my steps

The foolish son, the lone deserter

Spent it all now I've nothing left

Go down this road

The river flows with wine and gold

It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go

A hundred four weeks since I sold my soul

My father's old

And I feel his love is growing cold

It's been a hundred four weeks since I left to go

A hundred million miles away from home

Far enough to run no further

And near enough to retrace my steps

The foolish son, the lone deserter

Spent it all now I've nothing left

I spent it all

Now I've nothing left

Far enough to run no further

And near enough to retrace my steps

The foolish son, the lonely daughter

Spent it all now I've nothing left

Down by the road

Father ran and held me close

And then I froze

(Ooh)

And then he spoke

A voice that calmed my weary soul

He said

"It's been a hundred four weeks since you left to go away

But now you're home"

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