Song parody of
Going Home
by Abby Walker
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New England road of kind faces
The man from the store's now rollerblading
And the girl next door who's always faded
Is laughing on the phone
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
In the fall, scarves keep my secrets
And my judgments too
As kind faces turn colder
So does mine for you
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
California
And the scarf comes off
Replaced by mama's perfume and nostalgia
And love
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
And every now and then I think of laughing by your side
And every now and then I think of all I tried to hide
Today I sit and play and cry
But at least I recognize myself
Even through your eyes
So I'm coming home
Crackling fire, heavy fog
Oh, I love it when the radio's soft
As I wake up, just me and my dog
I wonder, oh I wonder about you
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
New England road of kind faces
The man from the store's now rollerblading
And the girl next door who's always faded
Is laughing on the phone
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
In the fall, scarves keep my secrets
And my judgments too
As kind faces turn colder
So does mine for you
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
California
And the scarf comes off
Replaced by mama's perfume and nostalgia
And love
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
And every now and then I think of laughing by your side
And every now and then I think of all I tried to hide
Today I sit and play and cry
But at least I recognize myself
Even through your eyes
So I'm coming home
Crackling fire, heavy fog
Oh, I love it when the radio's soft
As I wake up, just me and my dog
I wonder, oh I wonder about you
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
Wondering if I'm going home or just passing through
