Missing Home (Remastered)

[Verse] White walls and machines hum low, Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow, Counting the hours, the days feel long, Yearning for the place where I belong. [Chorus] Take me back to the rolling hills, Where the creek runs quiet and the night feels still. I can smell the pine and hear the breeze, Home’s the only cure for times like these. [Verse 2] Traces of perfume, they linger here, It’s the shirt you left, it keeps you near. But this hospital bed is cold as stone, Makes me ache for the warmth of my own home. [Chorus] Take me back to the rolling hills, Where the creek runs quiet and the night feels still. I can smell the pine and hear the breeze, Home’s the only cure for times like these. [Bridge] The nurses smile, they mean so well, But they don’t know the stories I could tell. About the porch swing swayin’, the morning dew, And the love of a life that still feels brand new. [Chorus] Take me back to the rolling hills, Where the creek runs quiet and the night feels still. I can smell the pine and hear the breeze, Home’s the only cure for times like these.