Tekstovi: Franklin Delano. Come Home. I Know My Way.

If you close your eyes
You will find that Seattle smells like Paris
And if you smell it closer
It's all fresh baked bread and grapefruit
And some celery

Wait for me girl, I'm coming home
I'll be there before the dawn is breaking
I'll kidnap you before the sun is set - you can bet
Wait for me girl, I'm getting there
I will take you everywhere
Trust me, you know that I know my way

Sitting on the bench
You've felt homeless for so long
But you don't give a damn
Staring at the moon
You wonder why it is so late
You know it's never too soon