Sunday morning, eight am
The air is clear
I'm walking back with friends
Towards whatever I call home
City has passed, and the faces changed
But in a way
I've never left this place
And all my streets were really one
It was along this road
I met everyone I know
It's where all the lost go home
Bohemia road
Yeah, I know this road
It will never let me go
And it's all I'll ever know
Bohemia road
This empty bottle, broken chair
The pictures on the wall return my stare
And all my rooms were really one
The window looks at many scenes
Inside the room, the ceiling shows a dream
Of what I'll do when I move on
It was along this road
I met everyone I know
It's where all the lost go home
Bohemia road
Yeah, I know this road
It will never let me go
And it's all I'll ever know
Bohemia road (Bohemia road)
You'll find me where it all just slips by
You'll find me where the time runs down the wall
You'll find me where the drinks never run dry
You'll find me where you smile and lose it all, lose it all
All forgotten futures are calling
On Bohemia road
All forgotten futures are calling
On Bohemia road
All forgotten futures are calling
On Bohemia road
All forgotten futures are calling
On Bohemia road
It seems like yesterday's really not that far away
We'll get there if we think about it
It feels like yesterday's just a step away
I'll get there if I think about it
I'll get there if I think about it
I'll get there if I think about it