Wake up it's just another routing night mare,
The loneliness give me a cold glare,
The ocean smiles the sun burns my skin,
I begin to believe, I wasted time in Berlin.
Memories, a sweet as they may seem,
I don't understand what my life means.

Faded laughter and high school years,
Lots of booze and tons of beers,
I miss my friends and my family,
Wake me up from this sorry reality.


Home Again. The backroads seems so close again.
I missed each and everyone of them,
Home again, it feels good to be back home again.


A little liquor and a little gin,
Kills the loneliness,
Like a lonely game of chess,
I keep busy with whatever I find,
Sleep tends to kill a lot of my time.
California nights, San Francisco parties,
Dry wine and sweet sweet girls,
Faded laughter from High School years,
Lots of booze and tons of beers,
I miss my friends and my family,
Wake me up from this misery.


Home Again.
The backroads seems so close again,
I missed each and everyone of them, home again,
It feels good to be back home again. Home Again.

I am locked in the cage as my shrink might say,
In a cage of dreams that won't go away,
I'm lost in the dream that won't come true.
A lie that I can't pursue.
A goal that I searched for all so long,
In search of a reality that was wrong,
A reality that was old,
Now that my soul has been sold