Raise from Your Warmth by Coleton Joe

Plans are easy to keep, when no one’s home.
Faith is easy to keep, when nothing’s wrong.
I walked back that night, with you in mind,
My hand still warm from yours…

So don’t raise your hands up at me
Don’t raise your voice up to me.
Cuz, there’s no love that’s calling you home..
I’m just meant to fall asleep on my own.

Hurt is easy to keep, when nothing is solved.
Towns are easy to leave, when you’re uninvolved.
I hadn’t worked the farm in weeks, my hands were clean,
when I arrived Berkeley just running from who I was..

So don’t raise your kids up like me.
Don’t raise your roots up like me.
Cuz they’ll never know what to call home..
They’re not meant to feel like they’re on their own.

So don’t raise your hands up to me..
And don’t raise your kids up like me…
Cuz I have nothing that I can call home…

So don’t raise your kids up like me.
Don’t raise your roots up like me.
Cuz they’ll never know what to call home..
They’re not meant to feel like they’re on their own.

• Country
• Folk
• americana
• California