| Out here on the road
|
| Surrounded yet still alone
|
| But I can’t complain
|
| 3000 miles separates me from my center stone
|
| The only thing that could fill this hole
|
| Lined up my best intentions
|
| I gave it half a chance
|
| Now no one else I mention
|
| Even worth a second glance
|
| Any day now
|
| We’ll be way out
|
| In the country
|
| Where we get to be
|
| Who we
|
| Really are being ourselves
|
| I’m counting the days
|
| I like the view out our window
|
| Bucolic and peaceful
|
| Everyday there are mountains
|
| And sometimes the ocean
|
| But I’d give it all up for
|
| The things I truly adore
|
| What I see when I turn and look
|
| Inside our home
|
| Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
|
| Mmm
|
| Inside our home
|
| Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
|
| Mmm
|
| Inside our home
|
| And somehow strange as it may
|
| It’s harder for the one who stays
|
| But you don’t complain
|
| The thoughts and doubts that’ll keep you company for days
|
| You rise above and somehow carry the weight
|
| Any day now
|
| I’ll be back out
|
| In the county
|
| Where I get to feel
|
| Alone
|
| When it’s just us
|
| Being ourselves
|
| I’m counting the days
|
| I like the view out our window
|
| Bucolic and peaceful
|
| Everyday there are mountains
|
| And sometimes the ocean
|
| But I’d give it all up for
|
| The things I truly adore
|
| What I see when I turn and look
|
| Inside our home
|
| Home
|
| It gets rougher than rough
|
| Harder than this I don’t know what could be
|
| But you just take it on easily
|
| There’s nothing so worth it
|
| Imperfectly perfect
|
| Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
|
| Mmm
|
| Inside our home
|
| Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
|
| Mmm
|
| Inside our home
|
| Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
|
| Mmm
|
| Inside our home |