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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Lead Vocals
Sara Watkins
Sara Watkins
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aimee Mann
Aimee Mann
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Viola
Mike Viola
Producer

Lyrics

One night in Iowa, you and I, in a borrowed car Went driving in the summer, promises on every star Out in the distance, I could hear some people laughing I felt my heart beat back a weekend's worth of sadness There was a farmhouse that had long since been deserted We stopped and carved our hearts into the wooden surface We thought just for an instant we could see the future We thought for once we knew what really was important Coming up close, everything sounds like Welcome home, come home And oh, by the way, don't you know that I could make A dream that's barely half awake come true? I wanted to say, but anything I could've said It felt somehow, you already knew We got back in the car and listened to a Dylan tape We drove around the fields until it started getting late And I went back to my hotel room on the highway And you just got back in your car and drove away Coming up close, everything sounds like Welcome home, come home And oh, by the way, don't you know that I could make A dream that's barely half awake come true? I wanted to say, but anything I could've said I felt somehow, you already knew Coming up close, everything sounds like Welcome home, come home, come on home Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Do-oh, oh
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