A place like home

Silently, out of the bus stop there,
I am walking towards my childhood memories.

Same old trees that seems to never grow,
Same bench that no one sits on,
The same old wind which blows.

And it feels like home,
Making me long for before,
It's like I have never left this place.
This is my old home,
Where I was belong,
Until the day I went on my way.

Back to fantasy, I miss it nowadays,
It never felt so wrong, but it's right.

Knowing it should feel warm,
But I feel strange at home,
Even though it's all the same.

And it feels like home,
Making me long for before,
It's like I have never left this place.
This is my old home,
Where I was belong,
Until the day I went on my way.

And it feels like home,
Though I have never known,
That this place could be so cold and uninviting.
And it makes me cry,
Without even knowing why,
I miss the old times when it felt right.
When it was a place like home…