Oh, it smells like home,
When i walk outside this
Stranger's slum.
Oh, i just wanna get out of here,
Take me...
To the promising land of love.
I'll take you home,
Where the greener gra**
Is gonna grow
Won't be alone,
'cause the greener gra**
Is gonna grow.
Some day, one way,
Or another we will find it, bind it,
Call it promising.
Oh, when i get home,
I will run upstairs,
To my old room.
I'll see you home,
And we'll go right up to your old room.
Lie, on the floor,
In that cozy room without a door.
Repeat chorus
Home (take me)
Home (bring me)
Home, home, home, home