Let Me Come Home (demo) Songtext
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Let Me Come Home (demo) Songtext
I spent all my money at the House of Guitars, oh
Been tryna take a break, but it′s just so hard
I should save the money to fix my car, oh
I've been tryna get home, but it′s just so far
I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn't have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, I drove down state in a broken car, oh
I've been six long weeks, every night in a bar
It′s hard to find some rest in a place you don′t know, oh
I fell asleep on a tarp on the ground 'neath the stars
I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn′t have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
I've been spending most of my time
Trying to find some peace of mind
I′m walking to the store 'cause I sold my car
Anyway, it′s a nice day outside, and it's not that far
I'm not worried ′bout the money ′cause it's just a symbol
That some people hold, they hold it up in such high regard
And I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn′t have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
Been tryna take a break, but it′s just so hard
I should save the money to fix my car, oh
I've been tryna get home, but it′s just so far
I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn't have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, I drove down state in a broken car, oh
I've been six long weeks, every night in a bar
It′s hard to find some rest in a place you don′t know, oh
I fell asleep on a tarp on the ground 'neath the stars
I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn′t have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
I've been spending most of my time
Trying to find some peace of mind
I′m walking to the store 'cause I sold my car
Anyway, it′s a nice day outside, and it's not that far
I'm not worried ′bout the money ′cause it's just a symbol
That some people hold, they hold it up in such high regard
And I just wanna be content
No matter where I am
I guess I shouldn′t have to take the chance
Gonna get back to the city where I live
Feels like I grew up too late
By refusing to finish everything on my plate, yeah
Writer(s): Patrick Carrie, Jon Phillip, Justin Entsminger, Robert Maclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com