Home

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Babe 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
'Cause 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
That this is 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

by Michael Buble

Most of the time, I hate the Netherlands - it's old-fashioned, inconvenient, rainy, flat and soul-destroying. And I could go on. Half the time we're there is spent thinking of our next trip away. But in some sense I'm looking forward to going back there. Like IT said, it's not great, but it's home. At least for now.

I've been away for almost five months and I'm coming back home.


NB - Michael Buble plays an awesome live show. He can sing live, of course, but he's also got lots of showmanship. Within a few minutes he's got the audience eating out of the palm of his hand. Great fun.