A Place To Call Home

A rainbow
On a rain blown hillside
Miles from home
Caught at the turn of the tide
With toes in the grass
And shadows seeking murky hollows home
Our heads held low
And futures built of ash and bone
Inside this beating heart of mine
A place to [C7]call [Em]home
A place of our own
A long [Am]goodbye
Blooming alone in an empty house
The sounds of children
Laughing and [Bm]splashing in the shallows now
A blurred line
Between the arrival and [Bm]departure signs
A proud armoire
Emptied for [Dm7]the last time
Inside this beating heart of mine
A place to [C7]call [Em]home
A place of our own
A place to [C7]call [Em]home
A place to [C7]call [Em]home