Put me on a train, Take me away. If it’s Rome, London, Paris or Amsterdam. Wherever I am, I’ll call it home. Let me fly far and high, take me across the sky’s. To distant lands and unseen worlds. Let me go Home, Home is wherever I’m with you. “Hey, do you remember sitting next to me in the bus? That moment you laid your head on my shoulder that’s when I knew, that’s when I started loving you. Or maybe it was a dream?” New York, Venice, and Mexico that’s where I want to take you. Follow me into the dark, through the forest onto a hill. We’ll sit there and watch the sun rise. Step with me onto a boat, and sail with me through the canals. Venice is nice, but not as nice as you. “You know, I never liked Holland, I don’t want to die here, you are my world. So take me home, home is wherever I’m with you.” Madrid, Florence and Tokyo. “Darling, pack your bags, tonight we drive away, tonight we escape, free until we die!” Home, let me go home, home is wherever I’m with you.
maandag 21 februari 2011
zondag 6 februari 2011
The Man In Black
A Darkness fell down, shrouding my home town.
While a storm raged, showing mercy to none.
I had lost much today, Felt lost and alone.
Saw the Devil in the eyes, But I held on to my own.
And the fire in my soul, Light up the way for me.
And a man in dressed in black, Scarred me back on the path.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Through the trees shined a light, bright as a neon sign
I saw it was the moon, lighting up my path.
My old friend Jack came along, keeping my throat warm.
I looked at a field, and a large creature appeared.
Was horse white as light, It’s appearance made me smile.
As fast as it had come, it was gone from my sight.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Though my heart cried, My eyes where dry.
I had made my own choice, Years ago.
I would pick the fruit, and get banished from Eden.
For knowledge was my desire, and the pain was my sacrifice.
Home was nearby, I wouldn’t be long till I was there.
And from a distance I saw, the man in black checking up on me.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Aw yes the man in black, he put me back on track.
Now I look at the sky, and the storm is all gone.
And I raise my glass, and say: Thank you John!
While a storm raged, showing mercy to none.
I had lost much today, Felt lost and alone.
Saw the Devil in the eyes, But I held on to my own.
And the fire in my soul, Light up the way for me.
And a man in dressed in black, Scarred me back on the path.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Through the trees shined a light, bright as a neon sign
I saw it was the moon, lighting up my path.
My old friend Jack came along, keeping my throat warm.
I looked at a field, and a large creature appeared.
Was horse white as light, It’s appearance made me smile.
As fast as it had come, it was gone from my sight.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Though my heart cried, My eyes where dry.
I had made my own choice, Years ago.
I would pick the fruit, and get banished from Eden.
For knowledge was my desire, and the pain was my sacrifice.
Home was nearby, I wouldn’t be long till I was there.
And from a distance I saw, the man in black checking up on me.
Though my feet where tired, And darkness filled my eyes
I knew I was safe, I knew that it’ll be alright.
The music of the storm, let me knew that I had myself.
I thanked the man in black, for he put me back on track.
Aw yes the man in black, he put me back on track.
Now I look at the sky, and the storm is all gone.
And I raise my glass, and say: Thank you John!
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