Shane Smith & The Saints Whirlwind
Could you tell that I was meant for you?
And did you know from the very first kiss that I was it?
'Cause I was caught, I's caught in a whirlwind
And I could see your face but was lost in my own head
My own head
It's like you came to me just like my favorite song
As though I'd heard you one before you came along
And you were short and sweet, you hit my heart so strong
And though the years will pass, I'll always sing along
When I hear my favorite song
And now these dreams, hell I guess they've come true
And you're still young, free, pretty as the sky is blue
But me, I run, I run on a highway
Oh, but I send you photos of the places all along the way
Every day
And you sing, "Babe, come back home, home"
You sing, "Babe, please come back home, come back home"
It's like you came to me just like my favorite song
As though I'd heard you one before you came along
And you were short and sweet, you hit my heart so strong
And though the years will pass, I'll always sing along
When I hear my favorite song
And you sing, "Babe, come back home, home"
You sing, "Babe, please come back home, come back home"
It's like you came to me just like my favorite song
As though I'd heard you one before you came along
And you were short and sweet, you hit my heart so strong
And though the years will pass, I'll always sing along
When I hear my favorite song
