Jim Morgan
07/15/03, 04:43 AM
This is a work in progress, the lyrics to an acoustic song we are writing in my band
I've got two weeks to go
'till I get home
There's nothing left to say
It doesn't matter anyway
*Chorus*
I just want to go home
to a place where I can call my own
Somewhere inside of me, I can see
Is a place where I can be happy.
A smile can't get me through the day
This is something I can't fake
I can't wait until I get to the place that I love most
I've been gone for so long
I don't recognize this place
Someone tell me
What is going on?
*Chorus*
I've got two weeks to go
'till I get home
There's nothing left to say
It doesn't matter anyway
*Chorus*
I just want to go home
to a place where I can call my own
Somewhere inside of me, I can see
Is a place where I can be happy.
A smile can't get me through the day
This is something I can't fake
I can't wait until I get to the place that I love most
I've been gone for so long
I don't recognize this place
Someone tell me
What is going on?
*Chorus*