Road Back Home

How many times do I have to sing songs,
And then realise that I've got it all wrong?
How many times do I have to say, "Start it again."
 
Like the little girl, who hung from the tree.
Like a little princess, she dreamed a little dream,
About a dirty young boy, growing up in a dirty old town.
 
We could sit all night and talk,
Or we could travel in style, or walk,
Down the long, lonely, winding road we came.
If you say goodbye,
Then I will say goodnight,
Now we're on the road back home.
 
We could sit all night and talk,
Or we could travel in style, or walk,
Down the long, lonely, winding road we came.
If you say goodbye,
Then I will say goodnight,
Now we're on the road back home.
 
How does it feel to have the upper hand?
Dealt the right cards, you've got the world in your palm.
But there's nothing you can do,
While you're on the road back home.