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My Home, My Wayward People 2 by Rachel

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My Home, My Wayward People 2 by Rachel - Indie Pop,male vocals music cover art

My Home, My Wayward People 2

Indie Pop,male vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Blue mailbox on Elmont Third, sun spills through the curtains
A chipped mug breathes steam on the sill — roses leaning toward the light
Tin roof tapping out our morning song, the kettle sings along
The scent of toast and jasmine hangs, small rituals that stitch the night
[Pre-Chorus]
When the map goes blank and streets forget my name
When the city noise turns every window into glass
There’s a little rising in my chest — and still it pulls me back
[Chorus]
This is my family, the wayward people
I’ll spend my days right here at home
My home, my beloved, it keeps my heart in pieces and whole
This is my family, the wayward people — we stay, we roam, we come on home
[Verse 2]
Names carved low on the banister, paint flaked like old confetti
The crooked lamp where we learned to run, a hat that smells like Sunday air
A chorus of mismatched hearts that stitch the holes of every year
Little hands that mend the breaks, a calendar taped up with care
[Pre-Chorus - Lift]
When the night pulls hard and doubts tap on the glass
I hear a chorus swell from the kitchen and the back
A single line that lifts me up — and still it pulls me back
[Chorus - Variation]
We are the wayward people, stubborn and tender-boned
I’ll spend my life in this small house, the roof that keeps us known
My home, my heartbeat — a crooked map that leads me home
This is our family, the wayward people — this house holds all we own
[Bridge]
I almost left one autumn, packed the car with borrowed light
Chased a neon promise down a road that smelled of rain
You left the porch lamp on — I saw it burning through my doubt
I drove two blocks, I turned right back; some things you can’t explain
Now there’s a quiet in the hallway where a voice used to be loud
A missing chair at dinner — lessons learned in simple sound
We keep a jar of coins for storms, a note inside that reads: "come in"
And every faded photograph reminds us where we’re from
[Chorus - Final]
This is my family, the wayward people — fierce, unsure, and kind
I’ll spend my days right here at home, where all our stories wind
My home, my beloved — the light that calls me when I lack
This is my family, the wayward people — this home, it pulls me back
[Outro]
My home, my beloved — low light on the stairs
This is my family, the wayward people — we carry each other there
I’ll spend my days right here at home, where every broken thing gets mended
This is my family, the wayward people — a door that never ends it
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