# **HOME ISN'T AN ADDRESS** **[INTRO]** They asked me where I live now... I looked at the map... And smiled. **[VERSE 1]** Pulled the last box through the apartment door, Turned the key one final time. Funny how goodbye can echo Long after you leave it behind. Now my closet fits in one cabinet, My ceiling's only a few feet high. But every mile reminds me There's more than one way to live a life. **[PRE-CHORUS]** I spent so many years Trying to build a place... Maybe I was supposed To build myself instead. **[CHORUS]** Home isn't an address. It never really was. It's the people you become, The roads you choose because... Sometimes you've got no choice But to trust the unknown. Four wheels and a little hope... Can still feel like home. If peace can fit inside this old Winnebago, Maybe I don't need much more. **[VERSE 2]** The cupboards rattle every bump, The old V8 sings its song. Cracked windshield catching sunsets, Still carrying me along. Coffee brewing with the sunrise, Camp chair sitting in the dirt. Never knew how loud the silence was Until the city finally quit. I've traded square footage For mountain air. Less to clean. Less to chase. More to share. **[BUILD]** Maybe freedom Doesn't always arrive Wrapped in perfection. Maybe it rolls in With faded paint... And another chance. **[CHORUS]** Home isn't an address. It isn't made of walls. It's every sunrise That reminds me I survived it all. It's every little problem That teaches me something new. Every winding highway Leading somewhere true. This old Winnebago Might not look like much... But it's carrying tomorrow. **[BRIDGE]** One day I'll probably have another house. Another driveway. Another front door. But I hope I never forget The season When home became A direction... Instead of a destination. Because this road Didn't just change where I lived... It changed How I lived. **[FINAL CHORUS]** Home isn't an address. It's a feeling I can find. In morning coffee, Open skies, And a little peace of mind. It's learning I don't need Half the things I thought I did. It's finding room to dream Inside a life that's gotten simpler. So if you ask me where I live... I couldn't point to one place. I'm somewhere between Yesterday And whoever I'm becoming. And for the first time... That feels exactly Like home. **[OUTRO]** Engine humming... Windows down... Miles ahead... Home... Isn't an address anymore.
