He left his home crying,
never thought he'd be back again.
On the road for glory,
leaving all his childhood days far behind.
A million miles behind him,
and thoughts of home they haunt him, always on his mind.
He's working for survival,
and every step he takes, could be the last.
So easy to be frightened,
but so hard, when you're so tired.
The years could have distroyed him,
but he came through the other side.
One day his mother wakes up,
to find her son standing in her hallway.
So happy just to see him,
so happy but they just can't see that he has changed.
(c) 1988 Words and Music by John Hunter