Can you see me
  frequenting motel-rooms
  like you want me to
  been on the road
  for far too long
  i know what dust tastes like
  someone said
  home is where the heart is
  well i wanna know
  where to find this place
  cause nothing seems familiar
  since you´ve walked away
  so, please wait for me
  i might be back late
  cos i´ve forgotten my way home
  please stay awake
  and turn on the lights
  this boy feels so alone
  another bottle of wine
  sings me to sleep
  when i sing my blues
  i know i´m keeping
  bad company
  but who cares anyway
  homeward-bound
  losing ground
  a thousand miles away
  (but who cares anyway)
  i hate my suitcase life
  though i know it´s right