Coming Home

Music by Rudolf Schenker
Lyric by Klaus Meine

   Every morning when I wake up yawning
   I'm still far away
   Trucks still rolling through the early morning 
   To the place we play
   Boy, you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know
   That just it far away
   Boy, you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know
   You're leaving just a break
   Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like
   Coming home again
   Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like
   Coming home again
   Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like 

   Year after year out on the road
   It's great to be here to see you all
   I know, for me it is like
   Coming home 

   Day after day out on the road
   There's no place too far that we wouldn't go
   We go wherever you like
   To rock'n'roll 

   Jump on the seats, put your hands in the air
   Give me a shout, let me hear you're out there
   The wilder you scream for some more rock'n'roll
   The higher we'll go 

   Year after year out on the road
   It's great to be here to rock you all
   I know, for me it is like
   Coming home
   Coming home
   I know, for me it is like
   Coming home
   Coming home
   Like coming home...
   Coming home
   Like coming home...
   Coming home
   Like coming home...
   Coming home
   Like coming home...
   Coming home

Композиция с альбома "Love At the First Sting" (1984).