Cobblestone Home

[Verse 1]
My heart’s been driving in circles
Chasing strangers and shows
Empty rooms and unfamiliar windows
Where nobody knows my ghosts
But I keep seeing that narrow alley
Worn smooth by a thousand souls
My name in every doorway
My story in the stones
[Chorus]
My heart keeps taking me places
But all I want is to go home
Where I know every single stone
Those cobblestone
Centuries-old roads
Cathedral on the hill
And every Sunday sound of bells
Calling me back
Calling me back
To where I know myself
[Verse 2]
Out here the sidewalks feel hollow
Even the sunrise feels wrong
I drink my coffee by the corner
But the silence is too long
I miss the kids kicking dusty footballs
Old men arguing in the cold
The way the sky turns crimson
On the worn-out roofs of home
[Chorus]
My heart keeps taking me places
But all I want is to go home
Where I know every single stone
Those cobblestone
Centuries-old roads
Cathedral on the hill
And every Sunday sound of bells
Calling me back
Calling me back
To where I know myself

Acoustic folk ballad with warm male vocals, close-mic’d guitar and soft upright bass; verses stay intimate and confessional, chorus blooms with subtle string pad and light piano doubles on the hook, gentle brushed percussion rising in the last pass for a tender, homesick swell