Homesick
I like the thought of living life out of a suitcase
When I am traveling, I am home
But some days I think home is just about the people
And on those days I feel the most alone
Because one of my favorite places is my family
One of my favorite homes is my house
And I miss watching TV shows together
Now I watch them by myself as quiet as a mouse
Homesick, we use tricks like FaceTime
But I still miss your face
Homesick, no matter where I go, I'm
Sure you'll always be my favorite place
I sense familiarity in strangers
I find myself in the unknown
But some days I think home is just about recognition
And on those days I feel the most alone
Because maybe I'll find new people, grow new roots and
Maybe I'll make a home away from home
Whoever said that you can only have one?
So many cities, people, ways to live and roam
Homesick, we use tricks like FaceTime
But I still miss your face
Homesick, no matter where I go, I'm
Sure you'll always be my favorite place
Why is it that every time I think it's getting easier
Sometimes it feels brand new again, it only makes me queasier?
Why should I be trusted with the choice of what to call my space?
How on earth do people ever find one steady place?
I like the thought of living life out of a suitcase
When I am traveling, I am home
But some days I think home is just about the people
And on those days I feel the most alone
When I am traveling, I am home
But some days I think home is just about the people
And on those days I feel the most alone
Because one of my favorite places is my family
One of my favorite homes is my house
And I miss watching TV shows together
Now I watch them by myself as quiet as a mouse
Homesick, we use tricks like FaceTime
But I still miss your face
Homesick, no matter where I go, I'm
Sure you'll always be my favorite place
I sense familiarity in strangers
I find myself in the unknown
But some days I think home is just about recognition
And on those days I feel the most alone
Because maybe I'll find new people, grow new roots and
Maybe I'll make a home away from home
Whoever said that you can only have one?
So many cities, people, ways to live and roam
Homesick, we use tricks like FaceTime
But I still miss your face
Homesick, no matter where I go, I'm
Sure you'll always be my favorite place
Why is it that every time I think it's getting easier
Sometimes it feels brand new again, it only makes me queasier?
Why should I be trusted with the choice of what to call my space?
How on earth do people ever find one steady place?
I like the thought of living life out of a suitcase
When I am traveling, I am home
But some days I think home is just about the people
And on those days I feel the most alone
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Writer(s): Maya Bode
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