The city's lights are blinding,
A blur of endless dreams and noise,
This city changes too fast with no mercy
Maybe it's the time that I have to admit
I want to go back to my hometown,
Where the noise and rush don’t stay
Where time moved slower, kinder,
And I never asked for much
I want to walk those familiar roads,
Where the trees still stand tall
Back to where the sky felt endless,
And the stars were close enough to touch
I want to go back to my hometown,
Where the noise and rush don’t stay
Where time moved slower, kinder,
And I never asked for much
Maybe it's the past that calls me
Maybe it's the path that I left behind
Maybe it's the past that calls me
Maybe it's the path that I left behind