Suburbs
Greenville brought the grey skies
And it rained like it was springtime
The world, it bears a beauty on it's back
I love the Carolinas, the Blue Ridge and the pines
But Tennessee is all I've ever had
Somewhere in the suburbs
There's a little gravel drive
And a home with a heart of a mother
Just waiting there inside
She waits, she waits for us
Each day we're out till midnight
I can picture the home on the hillside
But I see her open door and open arms
Yearning is a holy thing, its the imprint of eternity
A sense that there is somewhere we belong
Somewhere in the suburbs
She's beckoning us home
And I can't help but love her
I'm a child she calls her own
She waits, she waits for us
I heard about the pilgrims when
They journeyed to Jerusalem
They sang about that city far away
Deep inside this soul of mine
I ache to see those city lights
And feel that holy rest beyond the gate
Somewhere there's a kingdom
With a door that's open wide
And a Father who's been waiting
For his child to come inside
The kingdom's come in the suburbs
In the home with the heart of a mother
Cause she lives the love of the Father
Who waits for us
He waits, he waits for us
And it rained like it was springtime
The world, it bears a beauty on it's back
I love the Carolinas, the Blue Ridge and the pines
But Tennessee is all I've ever had
Somewhere in the suburbs
There's a little gravel drive
And a home with a heart of a mother
Just waiting there inside
She waits, she waits for us
Each day we're out till midnight
I can picture the home on the hillside
But I see her open door and open arms
Yearning is a holy thing, its the imprint of eternity
A sense that there is somewhere we belong
Somewhere in the suburbs
She's beckoning us home
And I can't help but love her
I'm a child she calls her own
She waits, she waits for us
I heard about the pilgrims when
They journeyed to Jerusalem
They sang about that city far away
Deep inside this soul of mine
I ache to see those city lights
And feel that holy rest beyond the gate
Somewhere there's a kingdom
With a door that's open wide
And a Father who's been waiting
For his child to come inside
The kingdom's come in the suburbs
In the home with the heart of a mother
Cause she lives the love of the Father
Who waits for us
He waits, he waits for us
Credits
Writer(s): Skye Peterson
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