Lyrics Home Grown

I been sitting in this apartment — feels like for thirteen years
Since I was back in college just a few short miles from here
My future was bright and shiny — I had wings upon my feet
And I didn’t give a damn about anybody else but me

This is home — apartment number 8
This is home — won’t you sit down in the shade?
The garden’s all grown over, and the neighbors come and go
But Chris has lived across the street for 7 years or so
Now the plaster’s peeling from the walls, and the ceiling’s got some leaks
I can walk through here with my eyes closed and still avoid the creaks

This is home — where the best plans have been laid
This is home — where I grew up much too late
Will you lay down beside me before it gets too late
And let me welcome you into my home

I’ve been sitting in this apartment waiting for my ship to sail
But the canvas started rotting through and there’s rust upon the rail
Back when I dropped my anchor I didn’t know it’d be so long before I’d saved up enough cash to pack up and move on

How many times can I promise myself that everything turns for the best?
How many years can a woman pretend she deserves just what she gets?

But this is home — where I’ve learned from my mistakes
This is home — where my dreams began to fade
Won’t you lay down beside me before it gets too late
And let me welcome you into my home