this is somebody's hometown
but who can make it feel like home?
my cousin can feel his teenage dream rot here
but maybe everyone feels like an outsider
because what is this city for?
what is my dream made of?
money can't buy happiness now
and i swear i've seen that smile before
if you can sing me a song right now
i know it can make it go away
all the sadness and melancholy
even be it a sad song
i'll make you call it mine
and me yours
because there's something about you
that makes my heart feel at home
my heart at home
