Tears on hold
That's what it feels like coming home
Thought I had to go away to get the gold, never thought I could find it here at home
The disease is traveling through my bones, but soon I'll be healing where I was born
Where everything is far and you need your car, but where it is fine to be who you are
It's something but not much comparing to ... (x5)
So instead of going some place I don't belong, I'll stay at the same place I get along
I can't compare you to places that I go
And if I leave you, it's for the joy of coming home (x2)