Roma

Home. You're the green, green grass home. Is a kiss classed forever in the leaves no Matter where you choose to. Go, where your heart feels right. Go. See the morning rise as how. Like a wild one. When you'll come back, You'll reserve the one you own. It's got the highest ceiling. It's got the deepest roots because. Oh. You've got to lose it all once and. Leave it to the one who wants you. Oh. It's got the perfect sky. It's got that good and that bad too. But know that no matter where you go, there Will always be this place called home. Go, out of your comfort zone. Go. Past the window. Go. Where wind be the hero. Come back to us when you get that four Roads lead to Roma. Oh. Life is a rodeo. Like there's a tomorrow. No. It's got the kind of core. Last fires will never grow. I've heard it all, but I know for sure It's not my home. It's a place. That it used to be my Own. Oh. Oh. It's got the perfect sky. It's got that good and that bad view. But know that no matter where you go, there Will always be a place called home. Might be the road for you. It might a word for a few. We might be a long lost friend waiting for Your hand to reach out again. Home is a cold sometimes too. It's a key waiting for a view. Home. Home.