Skillnad mellan versioner av "Walking On Home"

Walking down an empty road, feeling dead inside
But I have to carry on, hoping for a ride
Every day I'm breaking up from some lonely place
So my destination now is written in my face
Walking on home, walking on home
End of the road that I have roamed
I'm walking on home

When I left my good old town I was so big and strong and the world was waiting there for me
And it took me too much time to realize I'm wrong, now I'm not so proud and fancy-free

I'm fed up with hitching rides and nights without a bed
Spending time on dirty roads is going to my head
Walking on home, walking on home

When you're young you're always strong, you can never loose
But one day you're standing there with your worn-out shoes
Buddy, you were really sure, you were doing great
Suddenly you turn around and hope it's not too late
Walking on home, walking on home
End of the road that I have roamed
Walking on home

You might think the grass is greener on the other side and that all the world belongs to you
But it takes a lot of pain to slowly realize that the dreams you had were never true

'Cause you end up carrying loads or begging in the streets
Then you realize that you must get up on your feet
Walking on home, walking on home
Walking on home, walking on home
I've gotta go home

Walking on home, walking on home
Walking on home, walking on home
Walking on home