✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/dsET36Ecrk ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ © 2025 by Arion Vox. Unauthorized use or duplication of these lyrics and music is prohibited. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Open community project] * This song was written for @Gibeligob, for “The Tavern” (#TheTavern) * The project is open to everyone, so if you’d like to contribute a song about a character at the tavern, feel free to comment at Gibe’s page here: (LINK TO "The Tinkertune Tavern" song https://suno.com/song/0805eaf2-6855-47ff-9d7c-fa41dcc13f47 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Spoken Intro] “Some roads end in houses. Mine ends in a window light.” [Verse 1 (C – G – Am – F)} The town looks smaller, softer now, same cobbled curve, the leaning bough. I count the doors I used to pass, the names I wrote on fogged-up glass. [Pre (Am – F – C – G)] I left to learn a louder song I learned the quiet kept me strong. [Chorus (F – C – G – Am | F – C – G)] Home is who waits by the window’s glow, hands on the kettle, eyes that know. Not bricks, not streets, not weathered gates home is a heartbeat that simply… waits. [Verse 2 (C – G – Am – F)] Your note: “Come slow. There’s time to spare. I fixed the step. I saved your chair.” The years went fast, the letters few, but every road still led to you. [Pre (Am – F – C – G)] I kept a key inside this case it only fits one kind of place. [Chorus] Home is who waits… [Bridge (Dm – Am – F – G)] If I arrive with empty hands, will you forgive my bigger plans? You smile and say, “You already did you brought yourself. That’s all I bid.” [Final Chorus (bigger, harmonies)] Home is who waits by the window’s glow… I’m done with miles; I’ll let them go. If songs grow old and glory fades— I’ll find my name in the life we’ve made. [Outro (Spoken)] “Leave the porch light on a little longer.”


