Standing alone,
Under a moonless sky
The wind in my face,
Lightning flashes in the clouds
A trains lonesome cry,
And it's times like these I feel at home
Someone once said,
That you can't go back home
That might true
But some things are never gone
Like the electric feel of a thunderstorm
Boiling in the sky,
Or the feeling of home
The skyline's in sight,
The river is lit by the moon
And like an old friend,
A sight for sore eyes
And times like these,
It's good to be, home
Someone once said,
That you can't go back home
That might true
But some things are never gone
Like the electric feel of a thunderstorm
Boiling in the sky,
Or the feeling of home