Forever in the heart and always down the road.
It’s hard for me to describe my home, to put to words this feeling
Of the backbone of my life, these walls, their cracks begin revealing
A whole new side to this dear house, and all the seeds it’s sewn
Those seeds now weeds along the path that wanders to my home.
I remember dodgy wallpaper, when everything was taller
But now that’s just fond memory, that time when I was smaller
Yet fundamental things have stayed, not lost from my before
The drawings on the wall I did, the book I still adore.
Never far from this dear house, never out of view
And even as the time ticks by, this house still feels anew
I know that when I do grow up, I’ll think of this small ode
This home’s forever in my heart and always down the road.
It’s hard for me to describe my home, to put to words this feeling
Of the backbone of my life, these walls, their cracks begin revealing
A whole new side to this dear house, and all the seeds it’s sewn
Those seeds now weeds along the path that wanders to my home.
I remember dodgy wallpaper, when everything was taller
But now that’s just fond memory, that time when I was smaller
Yet fundamental things have stayed, not lost from my before
The drawings on the wall I did, the book I still adore.
Never far from this dear house, never out of view
And even as the time ticks by, this house still feels anew
I know that when I do grow up, I’ll think of this small ode
This home’s forever in my heart and always down the road.
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