It’s not the destination it’s the trip from here to there
That carries me along from ride to ride
But there’s a woman in the distance - with long dark hair
And I’m trying to find a way back to her side

Running for home
When I turn my back on Istanbul, on London and on Rome
Running for home
Gonna trade this fading ticket in
‘cos someday I’ll be running for home

Sitting in the Liedseplein in sunny Amsterdam
We shared a little smoke – then we shared a little joke
We were trying to ignore the leers of every sad madam
I told ‘em we were foreigners and we were stoney broke

Running for home
When I turn my back on Amsterdam, on London and on Rome
Running for home
Gonna trade this fading ticket in
‘cos someday I’ll be running for home

Driving south from Marrakech to find the desert sun
We were looking to escape the city scrum
I’m crossing off my bucket list – one by one
But my mind returns to where I’m coming from

Running for home
When I turn my back on Marrakech, on London and on Rome
Running for home
Gonna trade this fading ticket in
‘cos someday I’ll be running for home

I lost my heart to India some forty years ago
She loved me like she lost me once – I was her long lost child
She was kind and she was scary – it was hard to let her go
But she put me on that midnight plane with a mother’s sad smile

Running for home
When I turn my back on Rishikesh, New Delhi and on Rome
Running for home
Gonna trade this fading ticket in
‘cos someday I’ll be running for home