HOME HOLDS ON
by Brandon McSwain, Jay Speight and Tyrus Morgan

Polaroid pictures
on a harvest gold fridge
Dad’s turntable skippin’
starts to sound distant
but my heart still seems
to beat to that rhythm
Home

Wood panel walls
Linoleum floor
Sat there for hours
Building tupperware towers
Now I’m learning the difference
between any old house and
Home

Stamped on your heart and soul
Etched in your flesh and bone
Home holds on, home holds on
and won’t let go
Home holds on

Our hand-me-down upright
next to the couch
the keys chipped like a tooth
it played out of tune
but those simple melodies
tend to stay with you
Home

That nick in the hardwood
on the seventeenth stair
Our youth carved in the doorframe
with inches and first names
It’s all the imperfections
that shape us

Stamped on your heart and soul
Etched in your flesh and bone
Home holds on, home holds on
and won’t let go
Home holds on, home holds on
and won’t let go

When your days are young
and your dreams are fearless
When you wake up
and wonder where all the years went
and when the end comes
and heaven calls you home

Stamped on your heart and soul
Etched in your flesh and bone
Home holds on, home holds on
and won’t let go
Home holds on, home holds on
and won’t let go
Home holds on

Dad’s turntable skippin’
starts to sound distant
but my heart still seems
to beat to that rhythm