With all my heart I've decided.
This isn't the right thing to do
for believing in dreams and living
are two different things
to do together.
So a little sadness feels my heart
and the happiness sits and waits
for its moments like this I wonder why
I've remained in this place thus far
for the wind delivers the sweet voice
of someone calling me home.
So bad I'd like to follow
but I somehow still remain
lost in the American being
when I'd so love to find myself home
