Home

Somewhere between here and home you go to be alone
Where do you go on your own throwing stones where you roam

Somewhere between here and home you go on your own
Walking the streets all alone throwing stones where you roam

There are holes in your shoes from your wandering
Pennies in your pocket that have barely made the winter
Are you tired yet of wondering where you'll go
When the night falls

Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home

There are holes in your shoes from your wandering
Shivers to your bones and you've barely made the winter
Are you tired yet of wondering where you'll go
When the night falls

Come home
Come home
Come home
Come home

Somewhere between here and home you go
Somewhere between here and home you go



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Camacho, Shannon Elizabeth Camacho, Scott F Byrne, Jesse Cruz Rodriguez
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