there's a photograph i take with me
everywhere i go
of sydney streets and family
just realized there's no place like home
going away
wish i could say
there's no place like home
i don't no what to do
i don't no what to say
holding on to all that made me
something never change
something never change
walking down my yellow brick road
they say accidents make the heart
grow fonder and i know that there right
phone calls and late nights
the southern cross will guide me home
going away
wish i could say
there's no place like home
i don't no what to do
i don't no what to say
holding on to all that made me
something never change
something never change
walking down my yellow brick road
