Racing Home

Music: D.G. Womb / Words: D.G Womb

It was 10:22 when the call came through

I was sat in my room all alone

“It’s time to go merci beaucoup”

Said a distant voice on the telephone

Threw the little I had in a bag

Set out in the dark and the rain

“Auf Wiedersehen” to the Reichstag

Hauptbahnhoft for the overnight train

Looking out of the window as the guards whistle blew

I knew I would not return

After all these years I was headed for home

Time to face the facts, I was ready to learn

In a race across Europe and a race against time

A race I could not lose

My features reflected in the window

Along with decisions I couldn’t excuse

Chorus

Coming home, I’m coming home, I’m coming home to you

Racing home, I’m racing home, I’m racing home to you

Now’s the time to sit down and to dwell alone

Upon available points of view

“But it’s time to go, merci beaucoup”

Said that distant voice on the telephone

As the sun starts to rise in a clear blue sky

All the darkness is washed away

This yearning to return is on the wane

As a field full of sunflowers flashes on by

I’m on my way home, I’m on my way home

I’m on my way home to you

But the train never made it through

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