Home’s still calling

(Verse 1)

Suitcase packed, but I left more than clothes,

Left the streets where everybody knows.

Different roads, different sky every day,

But a piece of my heart never moved away.

Phone lights up, “When you coming back?”

Wish it was easy just to jump on the track.

Every laugh, every hug, every late-night drive,

That’s the place that still makes me feel alive.

I’ve learned new streets, learned different names,

Built a new life, but I’m not the same.

’Cause every mile that took me south,

Never took Scotland out my mouth.

(Pre-Chorus)

People say, “Home is where you are.”

Maybe that’s true… but mine feels far.

No matter how many miles I roam,

There’s something pulling me back home.

(Chorus)

I miss the hills, I miss the rain,

Even the weather that everyone blames.

The voices, the laughs, the people I know,

That’s where a piece of my heart still goes.

Home’s not just somewhere on a map,

It’s every memory I still unpack.

I’ll always leave, but I’ll never roam,

‘Cause no matter where I am… Scotland’s home.

(Verse 2)

New life’s good, I won’t pretend,

I’ve built new memories, family, friends.

But every visit ends too fast,

Watching the train leave hurts every last time.

Window seat, headphones on,

Watching the distance getting long.

Every station feels like goodbye,

Trying not to let the tears reach my eyes.

I tell myself, “It won’t be long,”

But somehow that ride feels twice as long.

One more wave from the platform side,

Trying to smile while I hurt inside.

(Verse 3)

I miss the roads where I learned to grow,

The little places only locals know.

The cold air hitting my face each day,

The feeling that never fades away.

Family dinners, stories and jokes,

The people who know me before I spoke.

Friends I can see after months apart,

And somehow it still feels like we never restart.

Every corner’s got a memory there,

Every street holds someone I care about.

You can’t replace what shaped your soul,

That’s why Scotland still makes me whole.

(Pre-Chorus 2)

Some people chase another dream,

Some move away and never look behind.

But every time I hear that accent,

It feels like someone’s calling mine.

(Chorus)

I miss the hills, I miss the rain,

Even the weather that everyone blames.

The voices, the laughs, the people I know,

That’s where a piece of my heart still goes.

Home’s not just somewhere on a map,

It’s every memory I still unpack.

I’ll always leave, but I’ll never roam,

‘Cause no matter where I am… Scotland’s home.

(Bridge)

One day maybe I’ll come back for good,

Stand where my younger self once stood.

Walk those streets without a plan,

Just grateful to be home again.

Till then I’ll carry every mile,

With Scotland living in my smile.

No border, road, or passing year,

Could ever make those memories disappear.

If home could hear me, this is what I’d say:

“Thank you for never fading away.”

No matter how far life leads me on,

The place I belong is never gone.

(Final Chorus)
I miss the hills, I miss the rain,
Every goodbye brings that same old pain.
The people I love are waiting there,
No matter the distance, they’re everywhere.

Home’s not just somewhere on a map,
It’s every memory I still unpack.
Wherever this life decides I’ll roam…
Scotland will always be my home.

(Outro)
So if you ever ask where my heart’s been hiding,
It’s somewhere north where the skies keep shining.
You can change my postcode, change my view,
But home will always be the place I knew.

And when my story’s finally told,
Long after all these years grow old,
If there’s one place I’ll always call my own…
It’ll always… always… be home.