No Home by Nova Statia

"Hey. I’m Nova Statia. Thanks for stopping by. This one’s called ‘No Home.’ I wrote it in the middle of the night, stuck in a car that wouldn’t start, parked outside a diner that never closed. You ever feel like you’re moving, but you’re not going anywhere? That’s what this song is. A place you’ve been before but don’t remember. A motel room with the sheets still warm from the last guest. It’s all just echoes. If you get it, you get it. Cleaned-Up Lyrics: Intro Where you gonna go now? Where you gonna go now? Where you gonna go... When the road’s just a mirror, and home’s a word you outgrew? Verse 1 Where you gonna go— Back to that motel off Route 9? Where the VACANCY sign stutters, Like the last time you swore you were mine. Pre-Chorus Your boots still by the door, laces torn to hell, That half-smoked pack of Marlboros, Still perched on the window sill... Funny how a heart becomes a suitcase, When there’s nowhere left to run but yourself. Chorus I can see you when you’re crying— Saltwater streaks in the rearview, pretending it’s the rain. You don’t even know you’re crying, ‘Cause you’re still texting him, “I’m fine,” from a burner phone with no name. Verse 2 Where you gonna go— To the bridge where we carved our names in the frost? Or the diner where the waitress still remembers How many sugars it takes to forget what you lost? Bridge The highway’s got a throat, swallowing your tires whole. You’re a ghost in a town that sold your childhood home. And every “Where you gonna go?” is just a prayer For a map that leads somewhere you ain’t already known. Chorus I can see you when you’re crying— Saltwater streaks in the rearview, pretending it’s the rain. Saltwater streaks in the rearview, pretending it’s the rain. You don’t even know you’re crying, ‘Cause you’re still texting him, “I’m fine,” from a burner phone with no name. Outro Where you gonna go now? Where you gonna go now? Where you gonna go...