Home from Amour by Isa Greane

Mountain road, steamrolls west, tears my aching heart out of my chest, don't ask why, I don't know, gypsy moon shines down which way to go. On the run freedoms the air to find my heart of gold, westward, so I'm told. Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home. Desert roam, no direction known, burns my heart above the great unknown, don't ask why, I don't know, gypsy moon shines down which way to go, Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, the answer well my love ain't crystal clear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, home, seems to come back home. Let me look you in the eyes my love, a winding halo burns up above, destination isn't all to clear, well you might find something disappear, the answer well my love ain't crystal clear, ride on children without no fear, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home, seems to come back home, back home, seems to come back home, home, seems to come back home, seems to come back home.

• Acoustic
• acoustic pop
• country indie
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• United States