Letra de Home

I'm in London at Heathrow Sticking dollars in a payphone Head is spinning from the minibar I'm trying to think just where I parked my car I'm in London at Heathrow Sticking dollars in a payphone Head is spinning from the minibar I'm trying to think, I'm trying to think And we've made plans to see L.A For the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe And I've seen Paris and you've seen Rome But it don't mean shit 'til we get home I'm in Tokyo and it's slow Sipping gin on the way home Still hungover from the city bar I'm sitting pretty cause I got this far Trying hard just to feel right Flying higher in the sky Tell me it's gonna be alright Ain't a dream, this is real life And we've made plans to see L.A For the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe And I've seen Paris and you've seen Rome But it don't mean shit 'til we get home What if this dream was over? What if this mind was fighting for? Or oh, that's life What if this dream was over? What if this mind was fighting for? Ain't no surprise And we've made plans to see L.A For the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe And I've seen Paris and you've seen Rome But it don't mean shit 'til we get home And we've made plans to see L.A For the sunset strip and down to east Santa Fe And I've seen Paris and you've seen Rome But it don't mean shit 'til we get home