where the heart is (feat. Rory Butler)

Quite a few years trapped in my own head Let my self doubt out to let loose Put my boundaries up, was too proud to love, Crowded by thoughts of all I could lose Took a drive across the country Lusting for a place that would never let go Brought some baggage with me All the tags were flimsy If I lost em they'd never get home Met a handful of souls like me Looking for a road that would set them free Interstate confessionals, highway spectacles Rolling down the windows, I could finally breathe Been building up the mileage, smiling when I crossed all these rivers and roads They remind me of the winding strings life can bring, I survived more than I'd known Home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself They say home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself Morning or late night, wasn't a difference Coffee clutched tight, caffeine in the system Healing takes time, maybe some distance Dumb advice I told myself, and listened to Hours of podcasts and self-reflection Lost on the map, I was looking for lessons Heavy on the gas pedal without direction Bounced from the Capital, no doubt or questions A destination's just the first step In the search for love within a mind of mess Deal with the consequence of being gone amidst This new town I live in and let it manifest Got keys to my own place, little warm space For my fam and friends to embrace Got tea on the stove, brews in the fridge Came all this way to find a reason to stay Home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself They say home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself So uhh here's probably where I'll talk about growing up in the Bronx, living in DC, driving cross-country to Seattle, and then maybe mention all the years and cities, people and moments, joys and heartbreaks scattered in-between. You know? Home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself They say home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself Struggled for days on end with no rest Stuck in a daze on a trek to go west Lugging a suitcase, no more, no less Without a trace of regret, I left Home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself They say home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself Home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself They say home gotta be where the heart is But the hardest part is knowing myself