Вершы: Greg Brown. Back Home Again.

Sunrise in Seattle-a whiter shade of pale-
Caught a flight to Salt Lake City
and-guess what-it was late
Bumped into Denver in the afternoon
and into C.R. by ten
Hoping you would meet me at the gate-

Mmmhmm-son of the restless wind
I'm back home again-

Airport rent-a-car motel nightclubs
restaurant motel
Rent-a-car back to the airport
Have a nice day
I hope I'll be done traveling
before it's time to go again
I never unpack my suitcase all the way-

When it all is said and done
some more is said and done
They tell you you got to keep reaching
but they never say what for
Do we ever really live
the life we want to live
I put the keys in my pocket, grab my stuff,
and walk up to our front door-

Mmmhmm-honey, are you still my friend
I'm back home again