Album: River House
Walking down a foreign street I heard,
a cloud of words around my head but none I understood.
Riding on the subway and it's packed,
the thing I need's a face I know that knows me back.
When you open your mouth,
I hear the language that I missed,
in the warm voice of an old friend.
When you open your mouth, I am sure of this,
I am home again, when you open your mouth.
Walking in my neighborhood I think,
even on familiar ground my heart can start to sink.
I am just as stubborn as I'm scared,
that no one really gets me and nobody really cares.
Walking down the steps from our front door,
strange to think that our name will not hang here anymore.
You take my hand and slowly I can see,
anywhere that you go is where I'm supposed to be,
where I'm supposed to be.
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