Interpret:

Sheryl Crow

Album:

Feels Like Home

I´ve gotten used to being gone
Silhouettes and unmade beds
And more and more when I´m alone
I think of you


I´m getting tired of going nowhere
But it´s all I ever do
But I can turn this thing around
Guess I don´t want to


I turn the key, open up the door
I sit my suitcase down on the hardwood floor
And I call your name, and I climb the stairs
Then I realize that you´re not there




And I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home


I think I used to have the answers
Oh but now I just don´t know
Well that question still hangs on
Why did I let you go?
Why did I let you go?


I turn the key, open up the door
I sit my suitcase on the hardwood floor
And I call your name, and I climb the stairs
Then I realize that you´re not there


And I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home


I keep wishing I´ll lose my mind time and time again
There´s a picture of it in my head
Of me and you up there


I get homesick
I get homesick
I get homesick
For anywhere but home