Chorus:
I am just the pen and paper
You are all the words that come to me
I look around and nothing’s there
You turn the light on, suddenly I see
I see that home is not a place
No, it’s a feeling that you get once in a while
I see you everywhere I go
You are the heart that beats in I find
No, I a soul
that running, I to go
But all these winding and tracks may lead
home to me
Ooooh
my brain there is a tennis ball nerves until I feel you my side
The inside me to sleep and the better who I am comes alive
No, I a soul
that running, I to go
But all these winding and tracks may lead
home to me
Ooooh
Hmm, yeah
Ooooh
waterfalls and alleyways
shores and western waves
troves truck stop finds along the way
fields gold and fireflies
southern and northern lights
home is the that I see in eyes
No, I a soul
that running, I to go
But all these winding and tracks may lead
home to me
Ooooh
Yeah, you’ll home to me
Ooooh