Will I miss my home? Looks like rain up past the hills.
Now I've got every reason.
Now if it weren't for June I might have forgot
We came here on a velvet rope
And it almost feels like home.
We climb up just to turn back down
And find what counts below.
Writer(s): Ronald Bell, George Brown, Robert Mickens, Claydes Smith, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Alton Taylor
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