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Back Home
1,187
Folk-Rock
Back Home was released on January 27, 2006 by River House Records as a part of the album Streets of New York
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Release DateJanuary 27, 2006
LabelRiver House Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie Nile
Willie Nile
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Nile
Willie Nile
Composer

Lyrics

One day I was born
Early on a Tuesday morn
Heard Gabriel blow his horn
Trying to find my way
I rocked the cradle, one of eight
In a hurry, I couldn't wait
Stood outside of Heaven's gate
Trying to find my way
Educated in private schools
I heard the laughter of a thousand fools
Bent the tree and broke the rules
Trying to find my way back home
Back home
Back home
Trying to find my way back home
I went to New York town
Found a square and walked around
Saw people sleeping on the ground
Trying to find my way
I gazed out among the stars
Crawled through the smoky bars
Played the harp and blew guitars
Trying to find my way
I came upon a sacred cow
In a field behind a plow
I said call me later but see me now
Trying to find my way back home
Back home
Back home
Trying to find my way
I'm learning to fly
But I don't have my wings
Seems the harder I try
The more the mockingbird sings
I joined a rock and roll band
Made five hundred grand
Saw it all turn to sand
Trying to find my way
I took ten thousand trips
I felt your fingertips
I kissed your ruby lips
Trying to find my way
We sailed across a sea of time
We smoked the weed, we drank the wine
Heard the bells of Rimney chime
Trying to find my way
I remember nights so wild
I touched your inner child
How the sandman smiled
Trying to find my way
We were coming inside out
There was heavy breathing then a shout
There was never any doubt
Trying to find my way back home
Back home
Back home
Trying to find my way
I'm learning to fly
But I don't have my wings
Seems the harder I try
The more the mockingbird sings
I stared straight into the void
Stood in line with the unemployed
Got so very paranoid
Trying to find my way
I climbed the mountain, fought the war
Laid beside the village whore
Wondered what was it all for
Trying to find my way
Now it seems the day is true
And the sky is no longer blue
And what did I really do
Trying to find my way
Well I did the best I could
Just like a young man should
Pink salt and knock on wood
Trying to find my way
Well I, I guess I'll just keep moving on
Play guitar and sing my song
Till this night becomes a dawn
Trying to find my way back home
Back home
Back home
Trying to find my way back home
Back home
Back home
Trying to find my way back home
Written by: Willie Nile
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