Songs In My Pocket
Honey I just can't get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can't run around it every morn
It's time that I believe it
Home is where you are
Notes in my drawers
Songs in my pockets
Fragments of letters that you sent
Leftover phone calls
Cologne in the bath
I still have that bottle of Rosé
Staring at your photograph
Trying to take it down
There's still a stirring in my heart
And honey I just can't get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can't run around it every morn
It's time that I believe it
Home is where you are
I've never been to half of these places
But your postcard collection makes me crave a little space
A little ways out of the city to the grace of another land
Another tongue
Another time
Staring at your photograph
I can't take it down
There's still a fire in me yet
Honey I just can't get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can't run around it every morn
It's time that I believe it
Home is where you are
Oh
Honey I just can't get around it anymore
You make me feel like home is where you are
And baby I just can't run around it every morn
It's time that I believe it
Home is where you are
Honey I just can't
You better believe
Yeah
Yeah