The city's lights are blinding,

A blur of endless dreams and noise,

This city changes too fast with no mercy

Maybe it's the time that I have to admit

I want to go back to my hometown,

Where the noise and rush don’t stay

Where time moved slower, kinder,

And I never asked for much

I want to walk those familiar roads,

Where the trees still stand tall

Back to where the sky felt endless,

And the stars were close enough to touch

I want to go back to my hometown,

Where the noise and rush don’t stay

Where time moved slower, kinder,

And I never asked for much

Maybe it's the past that calls me

Maybe it's the path that I left behind

Maybe it's the past that calls me

Maybe it's the path that I left behind