Home Is A feeling

Описание: Home Is A Feeling
By Mack Hollowpoint

Woke up this morning, no sun shining through the blinds
But that’s alright, snows a friend of mine
Coffee pot’s brewing got a woman on my mind
Boots by the doorway, hat hung on the wall
I’m chasing down my memories of a sunnier time

Take me back to that gravel road
Where the River Raisin runs, and the wild wind blows
A heart like mine doesn’t forget those signs
Country nights and faded lines, and winter kisses, that were never mine

Radio’s playing, that old George Jones
Reminds me of cozy winter and a December moon
Laughs around the fire, faces I still know, yeah
Love was easy, time rested like a crow on a fence post
Like time had nowhere to go

Take me back to that gravel road
Where the River Raisin runs, and the wild wind blows
A heart like mine doesn’t forget those signs
Country nights and faded lines, and winter kisses, that were never mine

Now the fire’s burning low, every shadow’s grown tall
Snowflakes on the window drift and softly fall
I’ll hold those memories close as the morning light grows
‘Cause home is a feeling, not a place you go

And though the seasons change and the River Raisin still winds
I think about the one I love; I think about her all the time
It’s almost Christmas coming on
I wonder if she remembers any of my songs
I need a gravel road, I need that feeling of being home
Come on, Baby, call me home
Share that kiss that was never meant to be mine
Home is a feeling, but it’s been one I don’t know
Come on, Baby, call me home
Won’t you call me home