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Home Of The Terrified

Ben Platt2024年5月31日

Home Of The Terrified 歌詞

Home Of The Terrified - Ben Platt

Lyrics by:Alex Hope/Ben Platt

Composed by:Alex Hope/Ben Platt

Produced by:Dave Cobb/Alex Hope

Been thinking that it might be nice

To see myself in someone's eyes

A little spitting image god could show me

I'm not the best at staying calm

But I think I could handle almost

Every twisting curveball he could throw me

I could choose what he wears

Comb his hair and brush his teeth

Pack his lunch and check his homework for the week

Make sure his shoes are tied and say it's time to go

Drive real slow pull up and park

I just couldn't let him get out of the car

In the land of the free and the home of the terrified

They're thrown to the wolves in the name of the red and white

Don't know if I'm built for that pray-that-he-gets-lucky life

Of holding tight and waiting by the phone

And hoping he comes home

I couldn't stop him getting sad

Or bundle him in bubble wrap

I'd try to help him keep his heart wide open

I'd teach him how to bend and sway

That people leave and seasons change

But how could I explain a world that's broken

I could take all his friends to a film and buy them seats

Give him money for the popcorn and the sweets

Make sure he brings a coat in case he gets too cold

Drive real slow pull up and park

I just couldn't let him get out of the car

In the land of the free and the home of the terrified

They're thrown to the wolves in the name of the red and white

Don't know if I'm built for that pray-that-he-gets-lucky life

Of holding tight and waiting by the phone

And hoping he comes home

It turns my stomach it breaks my heart

What happens in our own backyard

No blessing in the lesson we keep learning

Before it's time to pick your name

Oh I believe the winds can change

And I could drop you off without a worry

In the land of the free and the home of the terrified

They're thrown to the wolves in the name of the red and white

Cause no one is built for that pray-that-he-gets-lucky life

Of holding tight and waiting by the phone

 

And hoping he comes home