Reed Pittman - Back Home Lyrics

My mother's face
My father's heart
A good day when the fall rains start
A feeling you find
No matter how far you've gone
The thing you can't quite put your finger on
Back home
Party of six
Never on time
You won't melt
Go play outside
Learning that the sun still shines behinds the clouds
When summer comes, you roll the windows down
Back home
The smell of the air
A name carved in stone
It's all the little things that
Nobody knows
Everyone has a few they call their own
Back home
The fog on the city streets
The local pub with the parish priest
Learning who you are
Don't know who you'll be
Where you wrote your first page of history
The place you take you take your broken heart
The hallways with first grade art
All the time you spent
Wondering when you'd go
Only come to find you're not alone
Back home
The smell of the air
A name carved in stone
It's all the little things that
Nobody knows
Everyone has a few they call their own
Back home