Montreal, 1976

Years are floating and I’m still running
To find my way home

I lean back and forth to get balanced
No matter what they say
Twice the age of my sweet sixteen

Years are floating and I’m still running
To find my way home
Nothing changes and I’m still waiting
For something to come

I’ll hit the first base, then I’m coming home, go home
I’ll hit the second base, then I’m coming home, go home
I’ll hit the third base, then I’m coming home, GO HOME !