The Waiting Home - Tanner Patrick

I’m a man of my word and my mistakes

I’m a lost boy caught in my disdain

I’m the hair on my head that I can’t tame

Just a paper on the wall in a small frame

I said oooh if you’re gonna leave

Then count me in

Well I bury my head in the things I own

And my own game is a sinking stone

We put money in the things we know

But the heavens don’t wait for the waiting home

Where is the calm in a building tide?

Where are the words that I cannot find?

What’s the feeling I can’t describe

When I’m flipping out in someone’s eyes?

Oooh if you’re gonna leave

Then count me in

I say oooh if you’re gonna leave

Then count me in

I bury my head in the things I own

And my own game is a sinking stone

We put money in the things we know

But the heavens don’t wait for the waiting home

The heavens don’t wait for the waiting home

The heavens don’t wait for the waiting home

I say oooh…