Homeless کے بول

Walking across the road Nowhere to go People and places I don´t know My heart is getting old As this blood in my veins The last thing i have Is my body and soul All my days are nights And i hope i´ll find A peace of mind Find the right and wrong I thought i was strong Enough to carry on My eyes are seeing What i never saw My mind is thinking what i never thought My heart is getting old As this blood in my veins The last thing i have Is my body and soul All my days are nights And i hope i´ll find A peace of mind Find the right and wrong I thought i was strong Enough to carry on