Freedom Bailey
7:30
She pours some coffee
After her shower she brushes her hair
House is dirty
But it's too early
To pick up the mess that's always there
She's feelin dizzy
Room is spinning
A wheel of fortune that never stops
The prize is in reach
But she's in too deep
To see the forest behind the fog
So she cries
Ignoring what she knows
So she rides
A train that's guided by a ghost
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
4am
Her mind is racing
A marathon with no finish line
Her demons too big
To dream of facing
Because the hustle means no end in sight
Freedom Bailey
She finds a ticket
The only way she knows how to go
A silent maybe
A piece of paper
Advice is written then goes up in smoke
Still she cries
Ignoring what she knows
Still she rides
A train that's guided by a ghost
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
Come home
She pours some coffee
After her shower she brushes her hair
House is dirty
But it's too early
To pick up the mess that's always there
She's feelin dizzy
Room is spinning
A wheel of fortune that never stops
The prize is in reach
But she's in too deep
To see the forest behind the fog
So she cries
Ignoring what she knows
So she rides
A train that's guided by a ghost
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
4am
Her mind is racing
A marathon with no finish line
Her demons too big
To dream of facing
Because the hustle means no end in sight
Freedom Bailey
She finds a ticket
The only way she knows how to go
A silent maybe
A piece of paper
Advice is written then goes up in smoke
Still she cries
Ignoring what she knows
Still she rides
A train that's guided by a ghost
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
Come home
Come home again
It's not the end
Wouldn't we love living
Come home again
Toes in the sand
No one else's vision
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
No one else's plans
Come home
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Lane, Justina Shandler
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