Besedila: The Brandos. Walking Home.

I can hear the street lights humming
I can hear the cars they're coming
And they're gone
I can see the night its falling
Down on the neighborhood
Its coming on
I could see the words were hard to find
Telling me that you're no longer mine

And I'm walking home
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
Walking home, so alone
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
I'm walking home, walking home
(Walking home from your house, I'm walking)
Walking home, I'm walking home

I'll got to Mexico
I'll got to somewhere they won't know my name
I'll take a pickup truck
Highway Five down through the rain
I could see the words were hard to find
Telling me that you're no longer mine

How could I not have seen
How cruel and cold I've been
I shut you out, away from me
I'll join the lonely hosts
Who pass through life like ghosts
That's just where I deserve to be