There are concrete rivers flowing

From the mountains to the sea

Towers that almost touch the sky

Up all around me

There’s music playing on the radio

From a house there down the street

Singing «Take me in your arms again

I miss you don’t you see»

No matter where I lay my head

No matter how far I’ve run

I dream about the day you’ll take me back

I’m your native son

I was a fool to run away

And forget where I’d come from

I think about the day you’ll take me back

I’m your native son

I think about the day you’ll take me back

I’m your native son