I’d go work in the garden, but the sky is saying rain

And all of my progress would have to start again

All these thoughts that I have must come off as ordinary 

I’m not living off the land, but I’ll take all I can carry

You’re my home

We play Frank Sinatra as we talk about our days

We prep the kitchen table and name the backyard strays

And these things I describe sound so terribly domestic

We still have wild nights, but some phases we’ve moved past

Yeah you’re my home

In a silver spinning light

I see chapters of my life

Like a captain through the night

I seek home

And I’d go work in the garden, but the sky is saying rain 

And all of my progress would have to start again

We’re two travelers heading home

Pretty soon we’re gonna be married

We can face down the unknown

Our love’s more than ordinary 

You’re my home

You’re my home