We didn't make it to Portugal
Some day we will
Stay out for the lights over the Mondego
Or watch it all from the hill
In a broken down house
With a storm on the way
You'll read and I'll write songs
For the better half of our day
When it all goes bad
When it all goes bad
There's still someone here I call home
We didn't make it to Portugal
That's just how it went
But what you find when you're not looking
That's how the best days are spent
With the sky opened up
We're yet to make it through town
I see my future in a red floral dress
And she smiles at this mess that we've found
When it all goes bad
When it all goes bad
There's still someone here I call home
You can hold me for warmth
I'll hold you cause I need you
You're the feeling of home
And that's just where I'll meet you
You are the fresh pair of socks
You are the right kinds of wrong
You are the well-timed distraction
You are my landing song
You are my landing song