Finding Home

Remember when the grass was tall
And we built castles out of golden straw
Our feet were bare, our tangled hair
Blew in the humid ocean air

The old blue house reflected on
The mirrored sky within the silver pond
And horses grazed inside a maze
Of thistle thorns and barley blades

And I'm following a trail, that I've seen in fairy tales
But the crumbs I left behind are gone
So I'm trusting in my feet, and I'm skipping to a beat
Of a heart that's sweet on finding home

We rode our bikes out in the rain
We felt the jingle of our pocket change
Off to explore, the bins galore
Of penny candies at the corner store

And I'm following a trail, that I've seen in fairy tales
But the crumbs I left behind are gone
So I'm trusting in my feet, and I'm skipping to the beat
Of a heart that's sweet on finding home

La la la la la la la la...

And I'm following a trail, that I've seen in fairy tales
But the crumbs I left behind are gone
So I'm trusting in my feet, and I'm skipping to a beat
Of a heart that's sweet on finding home

La la la la la la la la...