I know a place in that house we once lived A place you can hide when there's nothingmore to say A thousand leaves in the grass, you can'tcount It is spring, the sun is taking us for a rideBack home, back home I went to the mountains, though you can hardlycall them that My bike went rock climbing, I like to tellyou that The soup tasted good, my socks were hangingoutside to dry My way home is going to be a hell of a rideBack home, back homeI know a place in that house we once lived A place you can stay when there's nothingmore to say There's no hole in the ground, you can't hideI'll always love you, there's no other way to sayI'll always love you, there's no other way to sayI'll always love you, there's no other way to say