And home looks almost the same
It almost looks the same
The night hides the rain
With sounds from approaching aeroplanes
Approaching from the north
And you look almost the same
You almost look the same
As you cling to the horse's mane
Mmm
You were always the wild one
Child number one
Momma's favorite son
(Oooh)
Often the only responsible one
And home looks almost the same
It almost looks the same
The night hides the rain
With sounds from approaching aeroplanes
And you look almost the same
You almost look the same
As you cling to the horse's mane
You were always the wild one (oooh)
Child number one
Momma's favorite son
