Cold in the shoulders No address for me I been Looking for a home That don’t move in my sleep Never had one stayed Walls always temporary Name never on the lease I wonder if the price of belonging Already paid for me Before I could speak Tell me Is my map just circles? Am I even built to leave? Make peace Rolling stone Make peace Rolling stone Truth been riding shotgun Whole time I just wouldn’t turn that way You didn’t know me Til the song played Cold I’m alone Still searching for a home Looking for somewhere My everything slows With you Long road mileage on me No moss — just motion Dust where roots posed to be Loss came early Stayed late Sat next to me quietly Till I found A room inside your presence That didn’t echo me I been lost I been moving I been air Now I land Somewhere Cold I’m alone Was searching for a home Didn’t know It could be a pulse I step into With you Keys don’t jingle here Doors stay open Name sounds right In your mouth No past tense In the living room No exile On the couch Keys don’t jingle here Keys don’t jingle here Keys don’t jingle here Doors stay open Where the wandering Stops sounding like me Forever Home With you Where the wandering Stops sounding like me
