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Verse 1

There’s a hush inside my ribcage like an old Motown ghost,
Riding shotgun while I’m drifting down a westbound coast.
Every broken line of highway feels like déjà vu,
Every sunset looks like something that reminds me of you.

I’ve been moving through a world that’s always set to fast,
Golden billboards fading like a dream that couldn’t last.
And every stranger’s smile is just another glaze,
No stories intertwined, just empty, passing haze.

Pre-Chorus

So I keep driving on, though the signs don’t show
Where my heart’s headed next… but somehow it knows.

Chorus

I’m homesick for a place I ain’t ever seen,
Somewhere soft as velvet, somewhere in between.
Where the wind hums low and the soul can breathe,
Where the heart digs deep like the autumn leaves.
Yeah, I’m aching for a place called home,
Somewhere my wandering bones
Can finally lay themselves down.

Verse 2

I’ve seen neon halos in the midnight rain,
People speaking pretty truths they never meant to say.
A thousand lonely lovers dancing out of sync,
Chasing innocence in one more drink.

And I wonder if we lost what it means to stay
To love the quiet miracles of a simple day.
Like a soft porch light in the fading blue,
Or a whispered “baby, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Pre-Chorus

And though I roam through desert storms,
My tired soul keeps holding on…

Chorus

I’m homesick for a place I ain’t ever seen,
Somewhere soft as velvet, somewhere in between.
Where the wind hums low and the soul can breathe,
Where the heart digs deep like the autumn leaves.
Yeah, I’m aching for a place called home,
Somewhere my wandering bones
Can finally lay themselves down.

Bridge

Maybe home ain’t a dot on a faded map,
Maybe it’s the hush when the noise pulls back.
Maybe it’s the softness when your guard falls down,
When the world moves slow and your truth gets loud.
Maybe it’s the echo of your own sweet name,
Calling you back like a moth to flame.

Final Chorus

I’m homesick for a place I ain’t ever seen,
For a warm little heaven carved deep in me.
Where the nights breathe soft and the days feel known,
Where a small voice whispers: “You’re finally home.”
Yeah, I’m craving that place unknown
And I’ll keep wandering on
Till my spirit finds its home.

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