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Written by Aimee Mann a awesome song writter:
One night in Iowa, he and I in a borrowed car went driving in the summer.
Promises in every star, out in the distance I could hear some people laughing.
I felt my heart beat back a weekend's worth of sadness.
There was a farmhouse that had long since been deserted.
We stopped and carved our hearts into the wooden surface.
We thought just for an instant we could see the future.
We thought for once we knew what really was important.
Coming up close everything sounds like welcome home.
Come home and oh, by the way don't you know,
that I could make a dream that's barely half-awake come true.
I wanted to say -
but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew.
We got back in the car and listened to a Dylan tape.
We drove around the fields until it started getting late.
I went back to my hotel room on the highway
and he just got back in his car and drove away.
Coming up close everything sounds like welcome home.
Come home and oh, by the way don't you know,
that I could make a dream that's barely half-awake come true.
I wanted to say -
but anything I could have said
I felt somehow that you already knew
Coming up close...
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home...
Coming up close...
everything sounds like welcome home
Come home...
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