It’s a strange feeling missing home. It’s strange because, well……I dont know, that’s why its strange probably.
It all started from the song I was listening to, in the morning. “Home” by Michael Buble. They lyrics, the mellow voice and such a soul-touching tune made me almost cry in the crowded metro. Feel as sharing the lyrics here:
“Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
‘Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home”
© Michael Buble and others (whoever has the copyright)
The way the last paragraph was sung, just leaves you with all the blues and the sinking feeling. It’s a great way to end such a soulful song. Love you Michael!
It's a beautiful life 