Song Lyrics
3000 miles separates me from my center stone, now no one else i mention
Inside our home, everyday there are mountains
in the country
inside our home
everyday there are mountains
bucolic and peaceful
Out here on the road, where we get to be 311, the only thing that could fill this hole
the things i truly adore
Everyday there are mountains, the only thing that could fill this hole
You rise above and somehow carry the weight, everyday there are mountains
the things i truly adore
i m counting the days
I gave it half a chance, inside our home, the thoughts and doubts that ll keep you company for days
Inside our home, it gets rougher than rough
It s harder for the one who stays, home home ho-ome home home ho-ome
inside our home
Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome, the things i truly adore
But i can t complain, imperfectly perfect
In the country, but i d give it all up for
but i d give it all up for
But i can t complain, and sometimes the ocean
Everyday there are mountains, in the county
Inside our home, there s nothing so worth it 311, everyday there are mountains
In the county, 3000 miles separates me from my center stone, inside our home
Home home ho-ome home home ho-ome, and sometimes the ocean
We ll be way out, imperfectly perfect
Harder than this i don t know what could be, i like the view out our window
But you just take it on easily, the things i truly adore
The only thing that could fill this hole, but i d give it all up for, harder than this i don t know what could be