Home - Acoustic

A crowded street, somewhere away from home
People all around, but I'm alone
And I can't help myself watching my teardrops in the snow
And I should feel like Christmas, but I don't

It's the time of the year
To be joyful
Have fun and be hopeful, magic appears
And the bad things go away

So I close my eyes
And see the fire light
Snow in the sky
The star is shining bright
I swear I can hear the angels sing
But can't seem to take it in
Until I go back
To what I've always known
Guess it's truly no place like home
Truly no place like home

Santa's giving hugs out in the cold
Children singing carols, to whom they love
I do what I can, I got my mama on the phone
But I can't, feel Christmas 'til I'm coming home

It's the time of the year
To be joyful
Have fun and be hopeful, magic appears
And the bad things go away

So I close my eyes
And see the fire light
Snow in the sky
The star is shining bright
I swear I can hear the angels sing
But can't seem to take it in
Until I go back
To what I've always known
Guess it's truly no place like home
Truly no place like home
Guess it's truly no place like home
Truly no place like home



Credits
Writer(s): Frida Waage Amundsen, Peder Elias Eriksrud Kjoerholt, Ole-bjoern Talstad, Fartein Slaattebrekk Orestad
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