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