Verse 1
(Slow, heavy piano keys. Dark and quiet.)
I’m staring at the headlights fading in the grey
Another year of running from the things I couldn't say
I watch the families laughing through the window pane
While I’m just standing here, adapting to the rain
I’ve got the career, I’ve got the keys, I play the part
But there’s a cold draft blowing through this empty heart.
Pre-Chorus
(The cello enters, low and weeping)
They tell you "just go back to where your story starts"
But what if every single chapter fell apart?
It’s thirty-seven years of trying to play it cool
While acting like the savior and the fool.
Chorus
(Vocal soft, cracking with emotion)
And oh, I miss home...
But I miss a place I’ve never even known.
I miss the warm light that they never kept lit
I miss the mother’s arms that never seemed to fit.
I’m homesick for a house that was built on a lie
Left me holding my breath under a heavy sky.
Yeah, I miss home...
But tonight, I’ve gotta build it on my own.
Verse 2
(The piano gets a bit more rhythmic, but remains dark)
I wanted them to love me, not just love the show
I wanted them to see the kid they didn’t want to know
The one who learned to whisper so she wouldn’t make a sound
The one who kept the secrets when the walls came crashing down.
I thought if I was perfect, they would open up the door
But the perfect little soldier isn't welcome anymore.
Pre-Chorus
(Tension rises slightly)
It’s a bitter kind of grace, it’s a heavy kind of truth
To mourn the hollow ghost of my own youth.
No one is coming to repair the broken stone...
Chorus
(Soaring but deeply melancholic, with a desperate undertone)
And oh, I miss home...
But I miss a place I’ve never even known.
I miss the warm light that they never kept lit
I miss the mother’s arms that never seemed to fit.
I’m homesick for a house that was built on a lie
Left me holding my breath under a heavy sky.
Yeah, I miss home...
But tonight, I’ve gotta build it on my own.
Bridge
(The music drops to a whisper. Just a raw, trembling vocal)
James sang that he misses home, the place where he belongs
But what do you do when your home was all wrong?
When the teachers were cold and the values were fake?
How much of their poison are you supposed to take?
(Vocal builds to a powerful, painful belt)
I can’t go back... there’s nothing left to find!
So I’m holding the hand of the child they left behind!
She is my home!
Outro
(Very quiet, just the piano fading out)
Yeah, I’ve got you now.
The armor’s on the floor.
We don’t have to knock on their door anymore.
I miss a home...
But we’re finally building our own.
We're finally home.
Symmetry
