Home. Clementine said she wrote this song because she feels “in between homes—sort of unmoored.” As I detail in her bio, Clem is working for a traveling circus; the desire to settle, to “come home,” is growing in her. This song is generally devoted to anyone who has this feeling. Specifically, it is devoted to these blogs about homes—myidealhome and yourdreamhome—and these blogs with great love content: bringhappinesstome, babyhush, daisydukes-, these-things-i-love. Enjoy everyone! — K.C.
Someone once said, “Home is where they take you in,”
and I like the sound of that, I do.
But I don’t wanna go someplace I’ve already been;
I want to be home for someone, for you.
Yeah, I wanna be your coffee in the morning.
I wanna be your kiss goodnight.
I wanna be your pajamas, your picture
on the refrigerator door.
I want to be what feels right.
I’ve seen it written: “Home is where the heart is.”
A little sweet for me, but sounds about right.
Learning how to belong doesn’t take much thought;
your head shouldn’t put up a hell of a fight.