Years are floating and I’m still running To find my way home
I lean back and forth to get balanced No matter what they say Twice the age of my sweet sixteen
Years are floating and I’m still running To find my way home Nothing changes and I’m still waiting For something to come
I’ll hit the first base, then I’m coming home, go home I’ll hit the second base, then I’m coming home, go home I’ll hit the third base, then I’m coming home, GO HOME !
