sitting on my porch
picking slowly these same chords
summer breeze
and sticky eyes
writing a song while my neighbors argue
all night long
its somehow peaceful
this restless alleyway
it may be noisy but at least i can say
its my home, now i know
its where im from, where i belong
its my home, and when im gone
at least i know, that i can always go home
screaming cretins
its almost city life
they cant hear what im playing here
blueish subsuburban domestic violence
im glad im not their child tonight
i feel like im very alone
playing down at them
a child at peace is sighging sweet among
at home, and i know
its where im from, where i belong
its my home, and when im gone
at least i know, that i can always go home
- words and music by Molly Williams
- written summer 2002
- inspired by my backyard and written on the back of an envelope
- Copyright 2003
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