glass To find out if you missed me But all I found was a slow fade And a gift-wrapped box of band aids With a note that said "i'm never coming home
Not long ago I went through the gate of dreams I came to the famous City of Destruction Where now a shuttle runs to the Emerald City With air miles and
from home. So what are we doing here In a place where we have no friends All we can do is sit and cry Let the time drag by and think of home. Home,
or right He was a decorated hero when he stepped down off the train But some folks in his home town only made him feel ashamed Could you walk a mile
pushing on through the shortening miles That ran down to the depot Just a few more miles to go Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped
dry town No beer, no liquor for miles around I'd give a nickel for a sip or two To wash me down out of this dry town Well, back home friends you can
Big Old Goofy World John Prine Up in the morning Work like a dog Is better than sitting Like a bump on a log Mind all your manners Be quiet as a mouse
(John Mellencamp/George M. Green) On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown He saw the sun set on the Tennesseee line He looked at the young man who
Way back in the hills There's a ploace I know People comes from miles around Just to watch 'ol Dooley do the show Ooh let the blueboy play Ooh let the
baby (You can smell my pigs from a mile away) I bet you'll hear my rooster crowin' when the day begins He goes, in lust for a hen Home schoolin', home
, So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive slow or the cops will get ya' And sit back while I paint this picture For the city It's been my home
warm. Chorus: Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes, 'n, hey it's good to be back home again
dolphins frolic in the foam? Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away Telling tales of ancient history of passages and home
say the things that I want to say I can't remember when I felt so close to you it's almost more than I can bear And though I seem a half a million miles
It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George
wish I coulda' been there I wish I coulda' been there I wish I coulda been there for that Little Bobby hit his first home run He was the hero of the home
mile or two off, And they came to a fair at Killaley. And there she was sold for four guineas of gold To the clerk of the parish, John Daley. And they
Kim: Lea Salonga John: Peter Polycarpou JOHN: I'm not here as a friend I have a job to do it's strange to find my work should lead me here to you Chris