Ooohooo Don't you feel alone In your hometown Ooohooo This used to be the one place Where you felt sound and Ooohooo There's nothing left to do now Ooohooo These familiar roads Have been worn down and I like when you cover my eyes And you steal me away Ooohooo Aereoplanes and boats And my own feet Ooohooo They're carrying me home And I'll be home When I get old and die When I get old and die, well I like when you cover my eyes And you steal me away from the light And drag me through darkness and night So I can emerge on your side And I've been telling you That the road is my friend And I am coming home And I've been telling you That the road is my friend And I am coming home