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Gabe Watkins - Feels Like Home Lyrics



Gabe Watkins - Feels Like Home Lyrics




Waiting for the light to change
Moving on leading me astray

You remember the first time we went to the coast?
Dreamed an endless springtime kickin' it grey and old

You ride into the sun
Saying you're in love
Saying that you feel at home
So I'll help pack your stuff
But I don't wanna talk bout it

You got me driving 95, running through time
Cause I miss you babe
And maybe in another life we could've worked this out
You got me thinking bout the times
You used to call I'd be on my way
Oh I really wish I was driving back home to you

City lights you always craved
Free your mind staying out till late

You remember the last time we went to the coast?
You sat in a cold silence playing on your phone

Now you're keeping in touch
Saying you're in love
Saying how much you've grown
And I don't say too much
You built the home you wanted

You got me driving 95, running through time
Cause I miss you babe
And maybe in another life we could've worked this out
You got me thinking bout the times
You used to call I'd be on my way
Oh I really wish I was driving back home to you

Miss you sometimes
Saw you last night
An apparitional haze
A psychedelic escape

Wish you the best
Wish I could f*cking forget
Wish we were strangers again

You got me driving 95, running red lights
What's the distance babe?
And maybe if I really tried, we could've worked this out
But I could see it in your eyes, red as the lights as you went your way
That you made up your mind, I'd be driving home without
You

(Thinking back I wish you would've stayed)
(Wish you would've stayed)
(In my heart you'll always have a place)
(Always have a place)

(Thinking back I wish you would've stayed)
(Wish you would've stayed)
(In my heart you'll always have a place)
(Always have a place)
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Waiting for the light to change
Moving on leading me astray

You remember the first time we went to the coast?
Dreamed an endless springtime kickin' it grey and old

You ride into the sun
Saying you're in love
Saying that you feel at home
So I'll help pack your stuff
But I don't wanna talk bout it

You got me driving 95, running through time
Cause I miss you babe
And maybe in another life we could've worked this out
You got me thinking bout the times
You used to call I'd be on my way
Oh I really wish I was driving back home to you

City lights you always craved
Free your mind staying out till late

You remember the last time we went to the coast?
You sat in a cold silence playing on your phone

Now you're keeping in touch
Saying you're in love
Saying how much you've grown
And I don't say too much
You built the home you wanted

You got me driving 95, running through time
Cause I miss you babe
And maybe in another life we could've worked this out
You got me thinking bout the times
You used to call I'd be on my way
Oh I really wish I was driving back home to you

Miss you sometimes
Saw you last night
An apparitional haze
A psychedelic escape

Wish you the best
Wish I could f*cking forget
Wish we were strangers again

You got me driving 95, running red lights
What's the distance babe?
And maybe if I really tried, we could've worked this out
But I could see it in your eyes, red as the lights as you went your way
That you made up your mind, I'd be driving home without
You

(Thinking back I wish you would've stayed)
(Wish you would've stayed)
(In my heart you'll always have a place)
(Always have a place)

(Thinking back I wish you would've stayed)
(Wish you would've stayed)
(In my heart you'll always have a place)
(Always have a place)
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Writer: Gabriel Watkins, Keith Watkins, Peerapon Iamjamrat
Copyright: Lyrics © Music Copyright Thailand Ltd. (MCT)

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