Thinking about things that I miss
Remembering things, I should forget
Reading a book words get so high and bad

Spending nights in “bar tours”
Every mouth, a new brogue
Now I’m home and things started
To getting all better
Ever and ever here

Clothes dropped on the floor
Coffee cops and cigarettes in my room
Movies on mute from Ny passing in my head
I cut my moustache and look at my face
But it doesn’t make me younger
And every old “Hey Jude” can takes me to
Heaven or hell it depends the way I am

Bright light’s coming by everywhere
It’s getting my windows becoming a miracle
Shinning hope every new step
Getting the streets becoming a miracle
Into you life becoming a miracle
Into our lives to get it all better here!