On one of these november days
when the gray sky meets with the houses in your street
you pack your bag and catch a plane
to leave this town behind
Salt in the air on an asian beach
let you forget about the playgrounds of your past
and his face fades in opium fumes
and your mind floats in warm sand
But dreams become sorrow
on another rainy day
And his face is getting present in the dark
In a town like this
we meet the shadows of our past
at the checkout of the grocery
every day
Kabul, Karachi, Tokyo
A squat in Brixton, days on the shore
a walk through the park with Lennon on your mind
But Lisbon you liked the most
You're sending postcards from other side
and from the moon, and souvenirs and memories
you never made it to your final destination
As you never knew where this could be
And dreams become sorrow ...
You made it home this year for christmas
mom is in the kitchen
Daddy's long long gone
You walk the playgrounds of your childhood
And he stands in the door
it feels like coming home
You had to walk a thousand miles or more
to find out that your target
was just right where you started
And as you lay back in his arms again
you know the chase is over
Tracy's coming home