On my Way Home
Jens Loh, Laura Kipp
Traveling by car again
my coffee spills out
It feels like some wicked force gave me bad luck,
but I’ll be there in four hours
Cos since that job kept us separate again
no night is peaceful and no summers morning
is really appealing
Oh I feel empty though you called each day
I hate this strange distance
How you feel about that ?
Back in my town and it rains every day
But I appreciate each little storm on my way
Cos you comfort me
Oh I feel empty though you call me each day
I hate thing strange distance
How you feel about that ?
Back in my town and you wait for my train
Tell me this time was the last one alone,
because I need your comfort
because I need your comfort
because I need your comfort
because I need your comfort
because I need your comfort
