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(hummm) I packed my memories in a cardboard box
Moving like a ghost from block to block
Always a guest
at somebody else's table
Trying to be strong,
trying to stay stable
Looking at the windowpanes at night
Watching shadows dance in living room light And I'd pray
For a kitchen table
where we all belong
A front porch light left burning all night long
No more suitcases, no more running cold
Just a hand to hold as we're growing old (yeah,
a hand to hold)
I learned to grow up far too fast,
you see
But there's still a boy inside of me
Who wants to hear he did alright today
And know that he
is never gonna be
sent away
And I don't need a castle on a hill
Just a simple promise that is standing still (standing still,
yeah) To be known,
to be seen
To know what a home can mean
Just a hand to hold
No more suitcases in the hallway cold (hummmm)