Jack Symes - Prom Song

Prom Song

Dear love, I feel sick
From fear of where you've been
From men who called you names
And the ones you maybe think of
When I'm not there
I'm far away
So far that if I scream out
You won't hear a single trace
Of a man whose heart is aching to come home
Aching to come home
Aching to come home

Dear love, I missed your call
I was busy overthinking
That summer night, late in bed
You wouldn't say what you were thinking
So I shut my mouth and turned
Didn't kiss you 'til the morning
How I'd hold your silent body
Here tonight, a thousand miles away from home
Aching to come home
Aching to come home

I can feel my legs a shaking
Takes me back to Carolina
I could leave a late night message
And just imagine how you'd listen
I can feel your legs a shaking
Like early morns when no one's listening
I could say it all I can but
You won't know just how much I miss you, love
I'm aching to come home
I'm aching to come home
I'm aching to come home
I'm aching to come home

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Writer(s): Jack Symes
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