Home to me,
Sitting in the car, 
In the middle of the night,
You next to me,
Confessing all my questions,
And you’re showing me the lessons,
That I need to see,
Honestly.

Home to me,
Sitting on the kitchen table,
Mixing wine with sparkling water,
I can’t breathe,
Making just that only you and I,
Find funny and we’re laughing,
And that’s all I need,
Honestly.

I could go around the world,
And I could see a thousand setting suns,
Until I’m driving down the road that takes me,
To the people that will make me feel:
“You know, I miss those simple days”.

Feels like home to me,
Love a lot of home on a Friday asking you your point of view,
Of what I really need,
‘Cause my friends and me we need a couple ‘f answers to the question,
About lying to me,
You tell us ‘honesty”.

I could go around the world,
And I could see a thousand setting suns,
Until I’m driving down the road that takes me,
To the people that will make me feel:
“You know, I miss those simple days”. 
“Thus be myself and lazy days”.

Days I’ll just miss but not a single day,
When I can’t wait to see you final way,
You always listen, 
There’s no distance.

Home to me,
Sitting in the car, 
In the middle of the night,
You next to me,
Telling me when I am wrong,
Telling me when I am right,
Honesty,
Honesty.