Hometown - Stacey Randol
There's plenty of room for dreaming
As you're staring across an empty field
It makes it hard to settle
When you feel there's something more
I won't need a map or any road sign
To get me where I'm going
I know I'll find the way
I hear it calling for me, singing out my name
Do you choose your hometown?
Or does it choose you?
Will you find the place that makes you feel brand new?
It's where you fit right in
Where you belong
Cause when you feel at home, you can't go wrong
Well it needs me and I need my hometown
Some call their house their home
Some call their heart their home
Some call family, or friends, or dogs
Some call their car their home
the road, or the air
Well where's your home?
What makes your home?
You choose your own PO Box, your own postal code
It's your hometown
Do you choose your hometown?
Or does it choose you?
Will you find the place that makes you feel brand new?
It's where you fit right in
It's where you belong
Cause when you feel at home, you can't go wrong
Well it needs me and I need my hometown
Well it needs me and I need my hometown