How Can I Call This Home?

How Can I Call This Home? - Ben Platt/Parade Cast

Lyrics by：Jason Robert Brown

Composed by：Jason Robert Brown

I go to bed at night

Hoping when I wake

This will all be gone

Like it was just a dream

And I'll be home again

Back again in Brooklyn

Back with people who look like I do

And talk like I do

And think like I do

But then

The sun rises in Atlanta again

These people make me tense

I live in fear they'll start a conversation

These people make no sense

They talk and I just stare and shut my mouth

It's like a foreign land

I didn't understand

That being southern's not just

Being in the south

When I look out on all this

How can I call this home land o' cotton

These men belong in zoos

It's like they never joined civilization

The jews are not like jews

I thought that jews were jews

But I was wrong

I thought I would be fine

But four years down the line

With every word it's very clear

I don't belong

I don't cuss I don't drawl

So how can I call this home

Home calls and I'm free of

The southern breeze

Free of magnolia trees

And endless sunshine

Ever more lives the dream of

Atlanta

But not mine

Not mine

A yankee with a college education we stand together

Who by his own design

Is trapped inside the land

That time forgot

Strong and trapped

I'm trapped inside this life

And trapped beside a wife

Who would prefer that I'd say

Howdy not Shalom

Well I'm sorry Lucille God bless the sight

But I feel what I feel of

The old hills ever more lives the

And this place is surreal

So how can I call this home