Proper Home from Grey by Jay Meyer / Moonlight Beach Club

I know your name, I've got your number
but you don't have a telephone
and if you want, I'd come and see you
but I don't have a proper home

You raise your glass, spill what you're thinking
it burns a hole into the ground
you move your lips, looks like you're speaking
but I don't hear a single sound

If you had hand's, I'd kiss your fingers
if you had feet, I'd walk you home
you were in need, I'd give you shelter
if you weren't free, I'd let you roam

It's been a spell, since we've known shelter
the seasons change, the wind it blows
maybe it's time, you come and see me
maybe we'll find that proper home

Where will we run without the road?

• Rock
• americana
• folk
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Bisbee