I know a place in that house we once lived A place you can hide when there's nothing
more to say A thousand leaves in the grass, you can't
count It is spring, the sun is taking us for a ride
Back home, back home I went to the mountains, though you can hardly
call them that My bike went rock climbing, I like to tell
you that The soup tasted good, my socks were hanging
outside to dry My way home is going to be a hell of a ride
Back home, back home
I know a place in that house we once lived A place you can stay when there's nothing
more to say There's no hole in the ground, you can't hide
I'll always love you, there's no other way to say
I'll always love you, there's no other way to say
I'll always love you, there's no other way to say