Live acoustic version

This song is about home as a feeling, not a physical place. The idea is, the mind seems to want to wander through the same thoughts over and over until they're resolved. Every time you go around the wheel of thought bubbles, the likelyhood you'll go through them again increases, as well as the likelyhood new thoughts will be picked up. This can be a good thing, but in most cases, it's like a bad road trip movie, and your bus starts getting filled with Pauly Shore's. We say what we really want is to fill our heads with constructive things, but a lot of the time, it takes a lion tamer to start making any headway. See? Right away, my head goes, hmm, headway. I wonder where that word comes from? Totally useless trivia in the long run, but it seems so interesting and fun in the moment...

<<I'll add the chords later, too. That's what the square brackets are for>>

[Em] My home. [] My home town. []

[] My home. [] My home town. []

[] Hope it burns through the night

[] For once it looks (just) right

[] 'Cause these were not the pages I wrote

[] And these pictures are not the pictures I chose.

[] Did you make enough,

[] When you made it up?

[] Bet you made it up.

[] Yeah, you make it up when you make love.

[] My home. [] My home town. []

[] My home. [] My home town. []

[] Two rooms and a door. [] []

[] My home. [] My home town. []

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[] Did you make enough,

[] When you made it up?

[] I bet you made it up.

[] Yeah, you make it up when you make love.

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[] ooo

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[] My home. [] My home town. []

[] My home. [] My home town. []

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