Bukahara - Back home

O^Fut of the city and into the gr^Dmeen Back to all the places where I have be^Cen ^FAway from the noise Away from the cr^Dmowd Oh, I go o^Cut, I go o^Fut

Don't worry 'bout m^Be I'll se^Dmnd you a postcard from where I will b^Ce An^Fd sure I'll come back, there is no do^Dmubt But now I go o^Cut, I go ou^Ft

I pack all our needs into the c^Bar ^DmThere is no place for me that is too f^Car ^FThe sun in my back and I say it out lo^Dmud Oh, I go o^Cut, I go o^Fut

Well ^BI smell the w^Bmind and I fo^Dmllow the tr^Cack But it's al^Dmso feels good to know, I will go b^Cack ^BmOut in the wild, free and al^Gmone^{Gm7 Gm} But I'll always kn^Bow that ^CI will go h^Fome

Later in the evening, I come to a la^Dmke So beautiful that I lay down for a br^Ceak I look in^Fto the sky, wild as it can b^Dme And I feel fr^Cee, I feel fre^Fe

Well it takes some time for you to be al^Dmive That there is so much, you can see with your ey^Ces Oh ^FI touch a tree and a tree touches m^Dme And I feel f^Cree, I feel fr^Fee

Everywhere I go, everything is the sa^Dmme A part of it all and I don't need a na^Cme The wo^Frld is my house, no need for a k^Dmey Oh, I feel f^Cree, I feel fr^Fee

Well ^BI smell the w^Bmind and I fo^Dmllow the tr^Cack But it's al^Dmso feels good to know, I will go b^Cack ^BmOut in the wild, free and al^Gmone^{Gm7 Gm} But I'll always kn^Bow that ^CI will go h^Fome

Back into the city and into the gr^Bey This ti^Dmme I don't know for how long I will st^Cay ^FThere's so much more that I can still lea^Brn ^DmNow I re^Cturn, I ret^Furn

I call them my fri^Bends I'll ^Dmbe one of them when my life en^Cds And now I g^Fo to the sky and I let the sun bu^Brn To say I re^Cturn, I ret^Furn

Well ^BI smell the w^Bmind and I fo^Dmllow the tr^Cack But it's al^Dmso feels good to know, I will go b^Cack ^BmOut in the wild, free and al^Gmone^{Gm7 Gm} But I'll always kn^Bow that ^CI will go h^Fome But I'll always kn^Bow that ^CI will go ho^Fme