Weeds
I do my best not to be fazed by you
But there's a mug in the kitchen that I've been clingin' to
When I stare real hard at the coffee stains
I can hear the dogs out back again
I hear the dogs, and they wanna come in
Long before the storm came through
I had a million dreams, hell I had you
And your voice still rings inside my ears
Pulling me back through all those years
Pulling me back through all those years
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
And there's a knock at the door when the telephone rings
There's a jolt in my system, there's a halt in my veins
Thought it couldn't be, no it isn't true
So I hold my breath for an impossible risk
I hold my breath
For you
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
Long before the storm came through
I had a million dreams, hell I had you
But there's a mug in the kitchen that I've been clingin' to
When I stare real hard at the coffee stains
I can hear the dogs out back again
I hear the dogs, and they wanna come in
Long before the storm came through
I had a million dreams, hell I had you
And your voice still rings inside my ears
Pulling me back through all those years
Pulling me back through all those years
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
And there's a knock at the door when the telephone rings
There's a jolt in my system, there's a halt in my veins
Thought it couldn't be, no it isn't true
So I hold my breath for an impossible risk
I hold my breath
For you
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
Somebody lift me
Out of the weeds
Set me free
I wanna go home
It was a rough start
I fell apart
I gotta believe
That a lost soul like me
Can find a way back home
Long before the storm came through
I had a million dreams, hell I had you
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Groten, Scott Cresswell, Jean Baptiste Bocle
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