

{intimate close-up vocal hum} (mmmmm-mmm) {warm acoustic guitar picking starts} {soft vinyl
crackle texture} I found a trace of your voice in the dark
Like a match catching light on a spark
Now it's spinning around in my head
All the unspoken things that you said {guitar dynamic builds slightly} {delicate
upright bass entry} Singing low,
singing sweet
Where the pavement and the wild grasses meet
And it sounds
like home
Even when we're alone
{soaring vocal harmony}
{brushed snare drum entry} {pedal steel guitar volume swells} We left the
noise of the avenue far
Just to sit under one quiet star
With a melody keeping us warm
Like a shelter inside of a storm
{brushed snare continues softly} {acoustic guitar strumming pattern}
Singing low,
singing sweet
Where the pavement and the wild grasses meet
And it sounds
like home
Even when we're alone
{full acoustic band climax} {pedal steel crying}
{rich harmony
stack}
It sounds like home (mmmmm-mmm)
{instruments slowly fade out} {only a single acoustic guitar plays final chord}
{fades
to room tone silence}