Going Back Home

It's 10 o'clock in the evening, it's almost middle of the night.
I just left my home, I can hardly see what's left or right.
The streets are dark and empty,
There's no living soul I can see outside.

And the sky, looks one big evil cloud.
The wind, you know the wind likes to scream and shout.
But it's blowing emptyness.
You can hear that it's crying out loud.


Now it's snowing, it's snowing all the time.
The snowflakes, they falling on my mind.
But it's freezing in my heart.
I need to leave all troubles behind.

I think I'm going home, follow the road all the way along.
Try to keep on straight, I don't know if I'm right or wrong.
Back to my family,
Back to the place where I belong.