Somewhere Like That

Quiet streets with golden windows

Soft light spilling on the stone

Every porch has chairs for waiting

Someone always calls you home

Coffee cups on wooden counters

Same old stool still feels the same

Names remembered, smiles familiar

Nothing here will ever change

The air smells like cinnamon and rain

And every leaf is falling slow

Who doesn't dream of somewhere like that?

Where the days are gentle, where the nights are warm

Where the world is small enough to hold you

And big enough to keep you safe from harm

Oh, I want to live somewhere like that

Just somewhere… like that

Library steps with worn-out edges

Books that know your favorite chair

Strings of lights across the square now

Even winter feels like care

Friday nights the band is playing

People dancing, no one stares

Open doors and open laughter

Everyone belongs somewhere

The clock tower chimes but never hurries

Time just breathes and lets you stay

Who doesn't dream of somewhere like that?

Where the days are gentle, where the nights are warm

Where the world is small enough to hold you

And big enough to keep you safe from harm

Oh, I want to live somewhere like that

Just somewhere… like that

Maybe it's a memory

Maybe it's a place that never was

But every time the real world presses

I still hear it calling soft

Who doesn't dream of somewhere like that?

Where the heart can finally rest and sigh

Where the smallest things feel like forever

And forever feels just right

Oh, I want to live somewhere like that…

Please let there be a somewhere like that…

Quiet streets with golden windows

Soft light spilling… on the stone

Someone always… calls you home