v1:
I always feel a little lost when I walk around the room
I see the pic on the floor and the mic on the boom
Brings to mind the sound of triumph and sometimes tragedy
Brings to mind the sound of everything that somehow had to be

v2:
I'm home when the clock on the wall says it's time to cross the line
Now that I know where it is, I can cross it every time
Brings to mind the sound of the future and glimpses of the past
Brings to mind the time I thought that I could make it last
Make it last
Make it last
Make it last

ch:
Home is where the art is
Its where the love is always getting started
It's the place where you can try to reclaim your youth
Home is sometimes fleeting
It's not a thing that you can try to reel in
It's a good space to rehearse your truth

v3:
Locked out of what you think might get you in the race
If you crawl too far, you'll fade out with the flames
Brings to mind the sound of winter calling you to run
Brings to mind the saints & sinners, clutching the starting gun
The starting gun
The starting gun
The starting gun

ch:
Home is where the art is
Its where the love is always getting started
It's the place where you can try to reclaim your youth
Home is sometimes fleeting
It's not a thing that you can try to reel in
It's a good space to rehearse your truth

It's a good space to rehearse your truth