Is it too late to come back home, but I don't want to anyway, 
This place is damned by my mistakes and your charms,
Is it too late to write a song, but I'll sing it while I stay, 
Alone with the night that's still my friend beyond the stars.

‘Cause now I'm just one of these fools,
Who's praying to the moon of hope,
And swinging on the swing with a single rope,

The wind is clean and night is clear,
As if I fell into the dream,
And realized there's nothing left to lose.

I hope you’re happy there, where I can’t hear your voice,
With things I cannot change, ‘cause you have made your choice, 
To be different from me, to be stronger than me, to believe,
That you can take such a different life to live,

I hear like wind sings this song around the streets, 
For me it’s warm here, I don’t need to rest my bones, 
So what's the point to come home, is it better?
If instead of you, I can hug just your cold sweater...

It’s not too late to hit the road and find another way, 
You know, it’s easy when there’s nothing to look back, 
Just find a place where your heart would love to stay, 
Burn down all bridges to the city dressed in black,

‘Cause now you’re just one of these fools, 
Trying to run from broken past,
Driving my car to someplace new so fast,

The wind is clean and night is clear,
As if you found a perfect path,
And realized there's nothing left to choose.

I hope you’re happy there, where I can’t hear your voice,
With things I cannot change, ‘cause you have made your choice, 
To be different from me, to be stronger than me, to believe,
That you can take such a different life to live,

I hear like wind sings this song around the streets, 
For me it’s warm here, I don’t need to rest my bones, 
So what's the point to come home, is it better?
If instead of you, I can hug just your cold sweater.