Idioma Origen:
I've been on the road so long
Singing the same old song
Your face is silhouetted in my mind
And everything I touch
Quickly turns to dust
And when the fire in your blood is dead and gone
You will always be the one
You will always be the one
And I've been trying to get back home
Living on my telephone
No place to lay my head at night
Tried to see where all went wrong
The roads are paved with sticks and stones
Take my heart and break bones
But you will always be the one to me
The same clothes every day
Trying to get my mind out the way
Six months to the day
Since i done seen my baby's face
And I've been trying to stay strong
Had my doubts and now they're wrong
But you will always be the one
You will always be the one to me
You will always be the one
fuente: musica.com
Idioma Destino:
I've been on the road so long
Singing the same old song
Your face is silhouetted in my mind
And everything I touch
Quickly turns to dust
And when the fire in your blood is dead and gone
You will always be the one
You will always be the one
And I've been trying to get back home
Living on my telephone
No place to lay my head at night
Tried to see where all went wrong
The roads are paved with sticks and stones
Take my heart and break bones
But you will always be the one to me
The same clothes every day
Trying to get my mind out the way
Six months to the day
Since i done seen my baby's face
And I've been trying to stay strong
Had my doubts and now they're wrong
But you will always be the one
You will always be the one to me
You will always be the one
fuente: musica.com