Wake up to the morning cold
The sun staring at me
Breakfast cooking on the stove
But I’d rather sleep
And we all hope, that we have something special
Some always know
One day, when you see the way the world works
You can choose if there’s another place like home
Football in the backyard where all the neighbor’s children would grow
We heard all the voices change
As the years passed
One by
And we all hope, that we have something special
Some always know
One day, when you see the way the world works
You can choose if there’s another place like home
Hide and I’ll seek you
If I hide will you come seek me, too?