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I don't wanna go cause I'm holding,
Holding on to hope,
The end of my rope is where I'm headed,
Close to letting go

If all I had was one more chance,
Would I be home, would I be coming home

Home is where the grass is green,
Open eyes can barely see,
All the distance we leave in between
Home is where the grass is green,
Recognize that you don't see,
Close to home and miles away from me

Lying awake no one is calling,
Calling much too late,
Nothing feels the same when you are there and,
I'm so far away

If all I had was one more chance,
Would I be home, would I be coming home

Home is where the grass is green,
Open eyes can barely see,
All the distance we leave in between
Home is where the grass is green,
Recognize that you don't see,
Close to home and miles away from me

If all I had was one more chance,
Would I be home, would I be coming home
If all I had was one more chance,
Would I be home, would I be coming...

Home is where the grass is green,
Open eyes can barely see,
All the distance we leave in between
Home is where the grass is green,
Recognize that you don't see,
Close to home and miles away from me

Home is where the grass is green,
Recognize that you don't see,
Close to home and miles away from me