V1.

Just a girl sitting on a train,

Twisting my hair into a million braids,

And if you ever saw me again,

I’d probably be doing the same.

And a man comes by and sits next to me,

His face is old and his hands are dirty.

The clothes he’s wearing are nothing but rags,

I look at his eyes and they seem so sad.

Ch1.

I’m going home, I’m going home,

Back to all the people who know me.

I’m going home, I’m going home,

Back to the street I grew up on, so long ago…

V2.

I’m writing a song on a napkin in front of me,

But I can’t find the words that I need,

So I sit back and look at the man,

He’s holding an empty whiskey bottle in his hands.

He sees me watching and smiles so wide,

I smile back and ask what’s on his mind,

He says he’s got no family and he’s all alone,

When he asks me where I’m heading, I hate to tell him,

Ch2.

I’m going home, I’m going home

Back to all my friends and family.

I’m going home, I’m going home,

Back to the oak tree I fell out of so long ago…

Cello solo?

V3.

And I see the tears welling in his eyes,

And he’s smiling too but I don’t know why,

He says, ‘you’ve got something you’ve gotta hold onto -

And do you know I’d give anything to be you?’

The train stops, I get up, the door’s opening,

I turn around and hold out my hand to him,

He takes it asking ‘where are we gonna go?’

I say, ‘come with me, ‘cos we’re going home’…