A Place to Call Home - Derek Pope

You know who I am

Don’t act like a fan

You can come

But you shall not come with no man

Put the weight of the world on my shoulders

The moon in my hands

Having nightmares a drought of the xan

Damn it just stick to the plan

Grab everything that you can

Throw all the bags in the van

I can not work for the man

I need that work on demand

I need that work on demand

My plug had no luck

I pick-up like truck

I fill up a cup

She say that’s enough

I tell her I’ve heard that before

You say it enough

I’m calling your bluff

I just got a brand new life, look at us

Nosebleed seats to the front

Tens used to never even speak

Nines used to never wanna fuck

Rose gold petals at my feet

Drop it down at my touch

Town kid still smoke blunts

Pop two when I feel too much

I’ll be there to catch you when the sky falls

Send you home

You know who I am

Don’t act like a fan

You can come but

You shall not come with no man

Put the weight of the world on my shoulders

The moon in my hands

In denial

On a cloud you can see up for miles

Never stepped off the edge we can try though

Heard it’s wild

Ground’s on fire

That’s my style

Whoa, a place to call home

A place to call home

A place to call home

A place to call home

Let’s take a trip up for the night

I promise our demons alike

Go ahead hit the gas and take fight

And then you know

I’ll be there to catch you when the sky falls

In denial

On a cloud you can see up for miles

Never stepped off the edge we can try though

Heard it’s wild

Ground’s on fire

That’s my style