On my way back home

I hang out to the hill
But my mind still in my room
I like to be there
Writing songs about you

Maybe you'll be there again
Sing along to our favorite songs
Maybe you won't come back
I'll keep playing our songs

On my way back home
I see your face in the mist
Morning getting colder makes me
Want to hug you

You used to dance round and round
I watched, you lay on my bed
But now you've been gone
To somewhere I can't find

On my way back home
I see your face in the mist
Morning getting colder makes me
Want to hug you