if home is where the heart is, i know by now you were never my home

you remember the time it gave us a kick to share a fag

sneak out late at night and run screaming through town

we knew true freedom comes without any borders

still lived my live trying to be better

i never wanted to do anything but hitting the road

you know i wasn't the type to mind coffee stains

please don't tell me to stay when i leave

all i want to is to wash my hair in spanish rain

at night i'll sleep on the sides of the high way

the sound of cars will be my lullaby

sky will be cloudless and the stars will tuck me in

bananaleaves will be my duvet and the sun will wake me up

i know by now that whenever i am sad

looking at a sunset will always cheer me up

if home is where the heart is, you were never my home

because to know true love is to know how to be alone