Home To Me

by Bob Malone
From “Born Too Late” (2005)

Mom is in the next room
Watchin TV
Dad is sittin right there next to her
Like he has for years
I’m in the living room bangin’ on the old upright
Where my world began
Discovering the music like the child I was
Before I became the mess that I am

Well nothing much ever changes here
In my hometown
It ain’t even on the map, I like that
But I come here to get my feet on the ground
L.A.’s just a dream from here
And a bad one at that
The way I feel right now
I can’t imagine ever going back

CHORUS
And you can call my number
You can talk to my machine
If you don’t mind knowing it’ll stop your call
Three thousand miles short of me
And you can call my name
But where I’m from is where I’ll be
You can call it the middle of nowhere
But it’s just home to me…

I can hear the rain on the roof
It’s music in my ears
Pictures on the wall of how we used to look
Before we were buried by the years
This old house is here to remind me
When no perspective remains
That no matter how I change my life
Essentially I am still the same

And you can call my number
You can talk to my machine
If you don’t mind knowing it’ll stop your call
Three thousand miles short of me
And you can call my name
But where I’m from is where I’ll be
You can call it the middle of nowhere
But it’s just home to me…

BRIDGE:
And the love here is unconditional
And I have come here to hide out until
I can face what seems impossible to face…

REPEAT 1st VERSE

CHORUS