Songs in My Pockets — Bethany Joy Lenz

Honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn It

Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets, Fragments of letters that you sent, Leftover phone calls, cologne in the bath I still have that bottle of Ros?

Staring at your photograph, tryin There

And honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn It

I But your postcard collection makes me crave A little space, a little ways out of the city to the grace of another land, another tongue, another time

Staring at your photograph, I can There

Honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn It

Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are Baby I just can't run around it every morn It

Oh honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are Baby I just can't run around it every morn It

Honey I just can You better believe yeah