where the heart is (feat. Rory Butler)

Quite a few years trapped in my own head
Let my self doubt out to let loose
Put my boundaries up, was too proud to love,
Crowded by thoughts of all I could lose
Took a drive across the country
Lusting for a place that would never let go
Brought some baggage with me
All the tags were flimsy
If I lost em they'd never get home
Met a handful of souls like me
Looking for a road that would set them free
Interstate confessionals, highway spectacles
Rolling down the windows, I could finally breathe
Been building up the mileage, smiling when
I crossed all these rivers and roads
They remind me of the winding strings life can bring,
I survived more than I'd known

Home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
They say home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself

Morning or late night, wasn't a difference
Coffee clutched tight, caffeine in the system
Healing takes time, maybe some distance
Dumb advice I told myself, and listened to
Hours of podcasts and self-reflection
Lost on the map, I was looking for lessons
Heavy on the gas pedal without direction
Bounced from the Capital, no doubt or questions
A destination's just the first step
In the search for love within a mind of mess
Deal with the consequence of being gone amidst
This new town I live in and let it manifest
Got keys to my own place, little warm space
For my fam and friends to embrace
Got tea on the stove, brews in the fridge
Came all this way to find a reason to stay

Home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
They say home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself

So uhh here's probably where I'll talk about growing up in the Bronx, living in DC, driving cross-country to Seattle, and then maybe mention all the years and cities, people and moments, joys and heartbreaks scattered in-between. You know?

Home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
They say home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
Struggled for days on end with no rest
Stuck in a daze on a trek to go west
Lugging a suitcase, no more, no less
Without a trace of regret, I left

Home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
They say home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
Home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself
They say home gotta be where the heart is
But the hardest part is knowing myself