The longest road I went
Through the rain and through the night
So many years I spent
And pretend to feel all right

Although it is my fathers house
A cold aspect – stone on stone
What’s my avail for them?
Am I worth to annoy their lifes?

So I went through that door
It’s dads old farmyard though
I’m coming home once more
But home it isn’t anymore

An old tattered rag
Is bound to the pole
It waves in the wind
Home it isn’t anymore