Songs In My Pockets

Honey I just can't get around it anymore You
make me feel like home is where you are And baby
I just can't run around it every morn’n It’s time
that I believe it, home is where you are

Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets,
Fragments of letters that you sent, Leftover
phone calls, cologne in the bath I still have
that bottle of Rosé

Staring at your photograph, tryin’ to take it
down There’s still a stirring in my heart

And honey I just can't get around it anymore You
make me feel like home is where you are And baby
I just can't run around it every morn’n It’s time
that I believe it, home is where you are

I’ve never been to half of these places But your
postcard collection makes me crave A little
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of another land, another tongue, another time

Staring at your photograph, I can’t take it down
There’s still a fire in me yet

Honey I just can't get around it anymore You
make me feel like home is where you are And baby
I just can't run around it every morn’n It’s time
that I believe it, home is where you are

Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You
make me feel like home is where you are Baby I
just can't run around it every morn’n It’s time
that I believe it, home is where you are

Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You
make me feel like home is where you are Baby I
just can't run around it every morn’n It’s time
that I believe it, home is where you are

Honey I just can’t You better believe yeah