Leave This Place Called Home
Another raindrop on my head
And I'm still lying here in bed
I'm waiting for the chance to come
So I can leave this place called home
But nothing ever seems to be
The way that I want it to be
Another English morning goes by
And I'm asking myself why
Why am I in this strange place
Where nobody's seem to have joined the race
But people are never going to be
The way that you want them to be
I guess city life isn't half that bad
When you're given no reasons to be mad
At the people walking in straight lines
As they go home to their kids and wives
But no one's ever going to be
The way that you want them to be
Autor(es): Isabel Salinas
