Untitled Lyrics

The jacket's in the car if you decide you're getting cold
A stripe, a line, a fade design,
This fountain light is made of gold
And your saving your coins for someplace
That you think you'll love
And your saving your last words for someone
Who knows what they're made of
You're my way home
You're my way home
There's muscles in your hands That keep the music flowing, flowing
Until those sleepy heads are gone
And I wake up with sound in my head
I don't remember what happened last night, or what I said
But you're my way home
You're my way home
You're my way
Home, home, home
You're my way
Home, home, home
You're my way

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