Woke up this morning in a different bed
Without my mom across the hall to get me up
No smell of coffee, eggs, or her perfume
Just an empty sink and boxes filled with mugs
This is all that I've been dreaming of
But it's never good enough
How can I make this place feel like home again, home again
Feel like giving up here every now and then, now and then
But I keep holding on, am I really gone?
Just hold on
I used to see my dad in every crowd
Now I think of him and sing to empty bars
He taught me how to play and I miss the way
The halls would echo with the sound of his guitar
This is all that we've been dreaming of
What if I'm never good enough?
How can I make this place feel like home again, home again
Feel like giving up here every now and then, now and then
But I keep holding on, am I really gone?
There are some things you can never change
While the missing parts remain
Far away from where I spend my days
But will they ever be the same?
How can I make this place feel like home again, home again
Feel like giving up here every now and then, now and then
But I keep holding on, am I really gone?
Just hold on, just hold on
