winding back the analogue to a time
where everything around me always fell into line
i always knew that what we had was well earned
so where do i lie now along with days yet to rise
how does my soul know the place where i will better survive
i'm looking back and forward to where i have and not been
but in the end it will show that what is absent's now seen
i don't feel anybody can take me
i don't care where the world wants to place me
cos here is where my heart belongs
i knew a man who spoke of nothing else but his town
he only lived what he knew and never looked around
i stopped to think about his aged naivety
but if he stood at my window and saw what i see
every weekend a saturday down at the coast
with the game at five and twenty people to host
there's always that feeling that i get every time
it takes me back to the place that i can call mine
i don't feel anybody can take me
i don't care where the world wants to place me
cos here is where my heart belongs
i don't feel anybody can take me
i don't feel anybody can take me
i don't care where the world wants to place me
cos here is where my heart belongs