Home - Billy Strings

Alone for a while with myself

I feel so at home in the shade

Alone for the first time in my head

I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home

Maybe I should slip away

A home is a heartache, they tell me

Come in‚ leave your shoes at the door

The phone never rings‚ but

The paint is a dried pool on the floor

Maybe I could finish this

Turn my back and walk away

Maybe I could slip away

If home is a fire you’ve left burning

Where the frosty designs outline the pane/pain

And the cold winter nights keep on churning

Stealing memories of sunshine and of rain

Maybe I could break this down

Turn around and face the day

Maybe I could slip away

Alone for a while with myself

I feel so at home in the shade

Alone for the first time in my head

I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home

Maybe I could slip away