[Cold Open: warm female lead; hand percussion] Take me home To the way I used to feel [Intro: four bars; plucked-string motif; bass enters] [Verse 1: intimate rhythmic phrasing] The shop below our old apartment Has a different painted name But the woman at the counter Still remembers mine the same She asks me if I’m eating Says my face has gotten thin Then a rhythm from the courtyard Makes me turn my head again [Pre-Chorus: harmony opens] I’ve been careful with my laughter I’ve been keeping my voice down But somebody calls my nickname And I know that sound [Chorus: open, warm, singable] Take me home To the way I used to feel Before I watched my every move Before I learned to keep so still Take me home Let the rhythm take the lead I’ve been away so long Bring a little back to me [Post-Chorus: lead self-harmonies; percussion answers] Home, home Bring a little back to me Home, home I remember with my feet [Drop: sixteen bars; organic percussion; plucked motif develops] [Verse 2: brighter; smiling delivery] There’s my cousin with her daughter Teaching her the step we knew She gets every other beat wrong We pretend we meant it too Someone hands me half an orange Someone takes away my bag I was going to stay an hour Now the shadows cross the flags [Pre-Chorus: more confident] Nobody asks what I’ve become here Nobody needs me to explain They just move and make a circle Let me in again [Chorus: expanded warmth; restrained upper harmony] Take me home To the way I used to feel Before I watched my every move Before I learned to keep so still Take me home Let the rhythm take the lead I’ve been away so long Bring a little back to me [Bridge: hand percussion and voice] I thought I’d come to find a place That time had taken out of reach Then I heard my laugh come back Before I had a chance to think [Final Drop: sixteen bars; brighter guitar counterline] Home, home Bring a little back to me Home, home I remember with my feet [Final Refrain: warm and assured] Take me home I know what I came to find I can leave here in the morning Without leaving this behind [Outro: percussion fades; dry intimate lead] I remember with my feet
