Home
(by Anna Nalick)
God, it's gorgeous in the city
And what's my home like now?
In a room where we share a pillow
And Lex in the window sill
And you let me lay my burdens down
Chorus - Here, take my bed
Lay your head in my lap again
Let me sing to your soul
Cause where you go is where I'll be home
Have I seen you in my audience?
Have I passed you in my car?
When I open my lips to sing
Like an echo sing back to me
And I'll let you lay your burdens down
Chorus
This second story's lonely
Only the headlights hear me harmonizing with the sirens
I want you to read me like my diary
Don't even know your name
My home
God it's gorgeous in the city
But what's my home like now?
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