Sonsa İn 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 Rosé 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