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