I wasn't born yesterday, but I remember the way things used to be, used to be.. I know that it was never perfect but we did not have the problems that we see, we see..
It's a long ride home. It's a long ride home. You and me would always be. Dreaming of places we would never ever get to see. Like Indonesia or Zanzabar.
I've been down for far too long. Till my faith was nearly gone. I never knew somebody just like you. Could be a friend I could call my own. . Till I let go of a broken heart.