I don't stop to think
In the traffic of this season
The days don't seem to know
If they're coming or they're leaving
Despite the lonely wave
You will know where I'm coming
From the notes that you have played
Singing on, ringing low
I am not yet home
Until I'm home
You make it so
That wherever we have grown
Darling, you make it home
You make it home
You make it home
Brother, you're in a state
A signpost in the shape of fate
Where's that age-old trait?
Like something's saving grace
Hold it on your fingers
Like smoke, it always lingers
A bottle can pass the night
In hindsight, in hindsight
Painted white
In hindsight, painted white
In hindsight, painted white
I'm not yet home
Until I'm home
You make it so
That wherever we have grown
Darling, you make it home
You make it home
I've never seen this light
A thousand faces
That I've known
Wherever we have grown
Darling, you make it home
You make it home
You make it home
You make it home

But I'm not yet home
Until I'm home
You make it so
That wherever we have grown
Darling, you make it home
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