Roadtrip / Bridges

I was sick of home and now I'm homesick
Heading for the coast in a worn out stick shift
Found on the floor at four in the morning
Trying not to puke
And it's a lot, a lot, it's a lot
It's a lot, a lot, a lot, it's a lot

You'll find me at my leave
Though I have no where I've got to be
I was trying hard to find myself and found
Something else

Everything else

But I will go home
Oh just like this
Freezing cold in fear of crisis
I'll find a home
Where will grow our garden
One that's bountiful
Its flower blooming
And it's tough
But its love
And it's enough



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Crivellaro
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