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Second Home

Tawnee M.

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Second Home

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Tawnee M.
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Wake up before the light even tries Back’s already screaming from the night Can’t sit up alone some mornings Just another mile I have to fight Keys in the ignition, same routine Everybody’s somewhere I gotta be Drop-offs, pick-ups, appointments, food runs The road’s the only place that knows me [Pre-Chorus] I made that promise when I was seven Still keeping it with everything I am But every hour belongs to someone else And I’m running on empty again [Chorus] This car is my second home I should decorate the dash, hang pictures on the glass Living in the miles, no time left for me What about me? What about me? I give and I drive and I carry the weight But the road don’t care when I break [Verse 2] Eighty-six years and she needs me there Kids need the rides, the world needs me strong I’m the only one with the license tonight So the cycle just keeps rolling on Friends calling, lists growing, never enough hours Can’t even answer the phone without risk Trying to stay consistent, trying to stay good But the day ends and I’m still on the list [Pre-Chorus] I want to be happy, I want to be whole I want something that belongs just to me But the calendar’s full and the tank’s always low And the peace I need is still out of reach [Chorus] This car is my second home I should decorate the dash, hang pictures on the glass Living in the miles, no time left for me What about me? What about me? I give and I drive and I carry the weight But the road don’t care when I break [Bridge] I just want two wheels and an open stretch That old sanctuary, wind in my chest Season’s almost gone and I’m still stuck here Trading every free minute for someone else’s need I’m a doer, I’m the one who shows up But damn, I’m tired of never getting up [Final Chorus – bigger, more desperate] This car is my second home I should decorate the dash, hang pictures on the glass Living in the miles, no time left for me What about me? What about me? I give and I drive and I carry the weight I’m still here fighting, still trying to stay But I need a little room before I break [Outro – quieter, raw] Just a little room… Just a little road that belongs to me…