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’n
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, tryin’ 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’n
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’n
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
Baby I just can’t run around it every morn’n
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
Baby I just can’t run around it every morn’n
It’s time that I believe it, home is where you are
Honey I just can’t
You better believe yeah
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