Thunder rumbling in from the horizon
It's going to be a stormy night
I'm nostalgic again
Thinking of old friendships lost in the handshakes of time
I'm homesick again
or sick with the feeling that I want a home that is constant, sometimes
Another month over, a page turning in life
and I am outta here
I'm saying goodbye again
with glassy eyes and charming, curtious words
"Will you come back again?"
I know that my maybes really are maybes and
I am leaving another pile of only acquaintances again
It's going to be a stormy night again
... powroty nigdy nie sa latwe