Arie VanDenBerg - Coming Home

Southern sun, crashing on me here come August
And I'm having a hard time saying goodbye
I just can't seem to wrap my head around it, I'm having a hard time staying high
Wish you and I were done, before we started, but the story wrote that you took my hand
Now I'm out here stuck, in a bucket of mud, with you on the other side in the sand

Times have changed but are we different people, what matters now is where we stand
I see me swinging around a baby boy, tired out from making noise
But I see me tipsy gripping one fifth of whiskey, wishing I could still hear your voice

Where you been, I am coming home, I just hate being alone
How's it going, I just really hope that you still think of me as your own

Chasing you through neon lights, but the liquor won't help me move on
How come every time that I get in my truck, the radio plays our damn song
Brings me back to when, yeah we hopped in that river
We were skinny dipping by moon's light
Times back then, how they were so much simpler, when I could hold you every night

Where you been, I am coming home, I just hate being alone
How's it going, I just really hope that you still think of me as your own
But if you don't, oh if you don't, then I will sleep on my own
If you don't, oh if you don't, then I'll stay drinking alone

That southern sun's been beating on me for damn years, and you still bring me to tears
I wish that I could go back a couple hundred beers
And hear your voice again with my ears

Where you been, I am coming home, I just hate being alone
How's it going, I just really hope that you still think of me as your own

Written by:
Arie VanDenBerg

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