The last waltz

I cry while i leave the house
Pictures are staring at me
And they call me a trader
I bend my head and i take my bags

My mother an father are sleeping
Next door, my sisters and brothers
Would laugh at me if i told them
The reason i have to escape like this

All that i leave behind
All the things i know i'll miss
But this so very important to me
But this so very important to me

He has been waiting for me in the shadows
I can see his face is relieved when i come
He'd take my bags and he'd take my hand
I'd turn my head and i'd look behind
I know i will never go back