Coming Home

Hear them calling the young
It's out in the streets
Their stories remind of me
It's the cry of the youth

And if this won't wind you up
A call of the wild
And don't you give up 'cause you're old
Not far from the end

Can you keep my only secret?
And you promise till death
That this will not come out
We'll try to stay

Here I stand alone
Fight this on my own
Ever felt that you'd soon be coming home?
Here I stand alone
Make it on my own
Ever felt that you'd soon be there?

You leave me out in the distance
It's the land of the fools
There is nothing to hide
Survive on your own

Such a profound reaction
We're dealing hard as we dare
And the harvest of mine
I leave it strong