Chasing lights I thought I'd know
But they never shine the way they do
Back where I left you
I eat alone most nights I see
The quiet hits like anything
I made a choice I played my hand
Home's still hard to understand
I'm far away from where I'm from
Chasing dreams I thought would come
But every crowd still feels the same
And none of them know my last name
I miss the porch I miss the south
Nothing more than solid ground
I made it out I should be crowned
But I still feel that poor somehow
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