're home. Picking up pieces of my heart, Like leaves that have fallen on our garden path. (CHORUS) Whose gonna fly your plane, When you need to make your getaway
Превод: Атлета. Гетаваи.
you're home. Picking up pieces of my heart, Like leaves that have fallen on our garden path. (CHORUS) Whose gonna fly your plane, When you need to make your getaway