Halfway home
And ready to turn around
But i can't turn around my dream
(Five days a week
I go to sleep at dawn,
And feel alone although you're warm.)
Halfway home
And ready to drag it out
Because this slowing down
Suits me.
(Oh what way did i take to come to this place?
Oh what way did i take to get here?)
Halfway home
And ready to turn around
But i can't turn around my dreams
(Five days a week,
I drive you home from work
And see the way
Your face is marked with fatigue.
Fatigue suits me.)
I can't turn around and this slowing down suits me
And i'm feeling neglected anyway.
It's the reason i'm leaving you.
