Testo della canzone Back Home (Willie Nile), tratta dall'album Streets of New York

Back Home - Willie Nile

One day I was born early on a Tuesday morn
Heard Gabriel blow his horn trying to find my way I
Rocked the cradle one of eight in a hurry I couldn't wait
Stood outside of Heaven's Gate trying to find my way
Educated in private schools I heard the laughter of a thousand fools
Bent the tree and broke the rules trying to find my way
Back home back home back home trying to find my way back home

I went to New York town found a square and walked around
Saw people sleeping on the ground trying to find my way I
Gazed out among the stars crawled through the smoky bars
Played the harp and blues guitars trying to find my way I
Came upon a sacred cow in a field behind the plow
I said "call me later but see me now" trying to find my way
Back home back home back home trying to find my way

I'm learning to fly but I don't have my wings
Seems the harder I try the more the mockingbird sings

I went to the Isle of Man where boys took a rebel stand
Drew a line across the sand trying to find my way I
Walked through the World War I saw Innocence on the run
Tears were falling from the sun trying to find my way I
Heard the sound of thousand screams saw blood run red in a million streams

All is sadly as it seems trying to find my way I
Walked through World War II and nobody seems to have a clue and
It was there I first saw you trying to find my way
Back home back home back home trying to find my way
I joined a rock 'n' roll band made five hundred grand
Saw it all turn to sand trying to find my way I
Took ten thousand trips I felt your fingertips I
Kissed your ruby lips trying to find my way we
Sailed across the sea of time we smoked the weed and drank the wine
Heard the Bells of Rimney chime trying to find my way I
Remember nights so wild I touched your inner child and
How the Sandman smiles trying to find my way we were
Coming inside out there was a heavy breathing then a shout
There was never any doubt trying to find my way
Back home back home back home trying to find my way back

I've stared straight into the void stood in line with the unemployed
Got so very paranoid trying to find my way I
Climbed the mountain fought the war laid beside the village whore
Wondered what was it all for trying to find my way and
Now it seems the day is through and the sky is no longer blue and
What did I really do trying to find my way well I



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Writer(s): Willie Nile
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