Something Left from Your Warmth by Coleton Joe

Wayward home.
Stumbling drunk.
Offering help.
But i don't need none.

I’m thrashing about.
My hopes and dreams.
Praying my costume
Starts ripping at the seams.

So take my heart.
for all that it's worth.
It might not be much,
But it's starting to hurt.

Cuz when I see you cry,
So do I…
so i think I got something left inside.

Drive me home,
on that old I-5.
Can barely see,
I got leaving in my eyes.

So take my heart.
for all that it's worth.
It might not be much,
But it's starting to hurt.

Cuz when I see you cry,
So do I…
so i think I got something left inside.

• Country
• Folk
• americana
• California