Quite Miss Home (Acoustic)

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

Oh-oh-oh
I've been gone on business
'Cause I got to 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
As the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms and we're watching the TV
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 alone reminds me where I'm from

Whoa
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
As the rain falls down on the window
While you're in my arms and we're watching the TV
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah, I quite miss home

Oh, yeah
Yeah, 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
Yeah, I just miss home
'Cause it feels like poetry
As the rain falls down on the window while you're in my arms
And we're watching the TV
Oh, I miss home
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah, I quite miss home
Yeah
Yeah, I quite miss home



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Patrick Daly, Michael James Ryan Busbee, Michael Pollack, Brett Leland Mclaughlin, James Andrew Arthur
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