Description

Folk pop, Medium tempo, uplifting, positive, organic, singer songwriter, warm, nostalgic, love song, building, heartfelt, Americana, feel good, emotional, cinematic, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, bass, drums, percussion, tambourine, shaker, hand claps

Lyrics

You used to count our days back home
beneath the summer rain
on your father’s porch
until he came home again
I think of all the times we spent
and if you feel the same
as back on your father’s porch
when I carved out both our names
when I carved out both our names
Now I’m the one who waits for you to come back home
Count... days and nights...
that I’ll be always here you if you’re alone
beneath the summer rains when you come back home
And you promised me your love
I promised you the same
And the blood and sticky sap
that your heart surrounds our names
Now the june bugs have retired
underneath the falling leaves
and if that promise isn’t expired
then I’ll bring you home to me
then I’ll bring you home to me
Now I’m the one who waits for you to come back home
Count... days and nights...
that I’ll be always here you if you’re alone
beneath the summer rains when you come back home
la la la coming home