Returning Home

The reflection of the sun across the sea

The clouds full of rain that pours onto me

The well worn roads and the engines pass the street

The life I lived, the tears I cried: my memories, my memories

Cause returning home, I never thought I'd see it through

I can see your ghost from the past, but I don't see you

I wonder if you know where I am and what I've done

Oh, cause returning home, man that does something to someone