I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain anda feel's a different kind of pain.
Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your cinta has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think anda got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.
The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man atau friend for you.
But your cinta remains...