The Home (Acoustic)

Do you ever listen for the sounds that your hands make?

Did you know that they could make sounds?

I know what the palace knows but I don't run with sheep

A shepherd can't hurt me

My feet never slow, the exit takes me

Slip into the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

Grow a field with plenty to hold me

Tie to keep us warm from the cold that burns me

My feet never slow, the exit takes me

Slip into the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

Do you ever listen for the sounds that your hands make?

Did you know that (know that) they could (we could) make sounds?

I know what the palace knows but I don't run with sheep

A shepherd can't hurt me

My feet never slow, the exit takes me

Slip into the mountains where nobody knows me

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

(I will make my home here)

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

I will make my home here

(I will make my home here)

I know that I was fine before (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine before (fine before, fine before)

I know I was fine before, fine before, fine before

I know I was fine before, fine before, fine before

I know I was fine before, fine before, fine before

I know I was fine before, fine before, fine before

I know that I was fine before (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine before (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine before (fine before, fine before)

I know that I was fine (fine before, fine before)