Song | My Way Back Home |
Artist | Dawes |
Album | Daytrotter Session - 10/9/2009 |
A ballerina in Phoenix | |
The pines up north | |
The sunrise from a highway | |
That was not there before | |
If I can place it all together | |
Make out the nature of the call | |
I start to feel the love and the silence | |
That was always at the root of it all | |
And in my constant quest for truth | |
I am condemned to facts alone | |
And though my dreams all lead me nowhere | |
I won’t forget my way back home | |
From the corner of a coffee shop | |
Or from the center of a stage | |
From the words used in a love note | |
Or from an empty page | |
While I struggle with these beauties | |
And my renditions end up dry | |
I’m like a bird that crashes into the window | |
That was drawn to the reflection of the sky | |
And the more I try to speak | |
The more I lose that earthly tone | |
And before heaven proves me hopeless | |
I won’t forget my way back home | |
Ooh Oooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh..... | |
I admit that these answers that I seek | |
Are all to questions I’ve never known | |
But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam | |
And when the world finally fulfills me | |
I will not forget my way back home |
A ballerina in Phoenix | |
The pines up north | |
The sunrise from a highway | |
That was not there before | |
If I can place it all together | |
Make out the nature of the call | |
I start to feel the love and the silence | |
That was always at the root of it all | |
And in my constant quest for truth | |
I am condemned to facts alone | |
And though my dreams all lead me nowhere | |
I won' t forget my way back home | |
From the corner of a coffee shop | |
Or from the center of a stage | |
From the words used in a love note | |
Or from an empty page | |
While I struggle with these beauties | |
And my renditions end up dry | |
I' m like a bird that crashes into the window | |
That was drawn to the reflection of the sky | |
And the more I try to speak | |
The more I lose that earthly tone | |
And before heaven proves me hopeless | |
I won' t forget my way back home | |
Ooh Oooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh..... | |
I admit that these answers that I seek | |
Are all to questions I' ve never known | |
But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam | |
And when the world finally fulfills me | |
I will not forget my way back home |