Quite Miss Home

Quite Miss Home - James Arthur

Lyrics by：James Arthur/busbee/Ryan Daly/Brett McLaughlin/Scott Harris

Composed by：James Arthur/busbee/Ryan Daly/Brett McLaughlin/Scott Harris

I'm in the kitchen while you smoke outside

You're careful not to let the smoke inside

I always tell you it's poison

But I know it helps you take the edge off the day

We get a drink before it's closing time

The one on High Street with the blinking sign

All these memories feel poignant

I won't be there to see the snow melt away

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah I been gone on business

I gotta make some money

I really feel the distance

And I quite miss home

And I miss you telling me

To leave my shoes at the door

'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy

Yeah I quite miss home

'Cause it feels like poetry

When the rain falls down on the window

While you're in my arms and we're watching the T.V

Yeah I quite miss home

Yeah I quite miss home

I smell you cooking from the living room

And then I tell you that I love your food

I know it doesn't come easy

But you know it reminds me where I'm from

Oh-oh-oh

I'm in another city

I got nobody with me

And it just really hit me

That I quite miss home

And I miss you telling me

To leave my shoes at the door

'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy

Yeah I quite miss home

'Cause it feels like poetry

When the rain falls down on the window

While you're in my arms and we're watching the T.V

Yeah I quite miss home

Yeah I quite miss home

And I quite miss home

Yeah I miss you telling me

To leave my shoes at the door

'Cause you just swept the floor and the dirt drives you crazy

Oh I just miss home oh

'Cause it feels like poetry

As the rain falls down on the window

While you're in my arms and we're watching the T.V

Oh I miss home

Yeah I quite miss home

Oh I quite miss home

Yeah

Yeah I quite miss home