My Way Home — текст песни (Kirsty Maccoll)

(kirsty maccoll/pete glenister)



All it took was the time it takes

To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes

I nearly had it in my hands and now its gone

Am I complaining bout by luck again?

Well it seems to me I was the one

Stood moaning in the morning sun

And now it doesnt matter much wherever I may roam

I keep feeling, feeling my way home



Now you see me, now you dont

You say you will but I know you wont

You nearly had me in your hands but now Im gone

But not complaining bout my life again

No siree, and what Ive got belongs to me entirely

I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone

cos Im feeling my way

I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam

I keep feeling my way home



Shall I explain away my life again?

Well it seems to me its too far gone

To wonder where it all went wrong

I get up and I get down but I get there on my own

And Im feeling my way

I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone

cos Im feeling my way home