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 Ros'

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 space, a little ways out of the city

To the grace 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