Home

Well, here we go, another heavy morning
My fever's gone but now you're crying
And it's well before eight
Pushing our food around our plates

Yeah, you could take the fight if this was barroom brawling
But you think I'm gonna run as fast as I came calling
Earned from the start a red ribbon for my careless heart

Out the window the sirens have the cars pulling over
Patient in the back and the uniformed chauffeurs
All I can taste is the look on your face
Coming up through the Andaman waters

It's calm, it's grace, everything's in place
It's calm, it's grace

I'm telling you I'm home, I'm telling you I'm home
I'm telling you I'm home, I'm telling you I'm home

A lonely shadow on the ceiling shivers
The furnace blows hard and the heat delivers
And it's well after one
And the moon's bowing down to the sun

The wind was fierce on the blue water pier
But we took off our clothes we were cavalier
And all I can taste is the look on your face
Coming up through the clear lake water

It's calm it's grace, everything's in place
It's calm, it's grace
It's calm, it's grace, everything's in place
It's calm, it's grace, everything's in place

I'm telling you I'm home, I'm telling you I'm home
I'm telling you I'm home, I'm telling you I'm home



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen John Fearing, Lisa Marie Macisaac, Brenley Maceachern
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