Going Home - Julia Church

Don’t want to settle for second best

This life’s on a mission to plague my head

With sweet smiles and glittered propositions

From others that don’t come close to you

The cheap wines make him sharp and quick witted

But still they just don’t come close to you

All of them have the same face

Sunken cheekbones, empty gaze

None of them ever stay

All of them have the same taste

All their words are whiskey glazed

None of them ever stay

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

They come and they go like it´s an art

The pattern draws circles around my heart

All of them have the same face

Sunken cheekbones, empty gaze

None of them ever stay

All of them have the same taste

All their words are whiskey glazed

None of them ever stay

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

He´s got a way

He´s got a way

He´s got a way with me

He´s got a way

He´s got a way

He´s got a way with me

He´s got a way

He´s got a way

He´s got a way with me

He´s got a way

He´s got a way

He´s got a way with me

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

Going home to my baby

He’s got a way with me

Like nobody else, nobody else

He’s the only one I see

He’s the only one I see

He´s got a way with me

He’s the only one I see

He´s got a way with me