'They say that home is where the heart is,
I guess I haven't found my home,
and we keep driving round in circles,
afraid to call this place our own.
They say there's linings made of silver,
folded inside each raining cloud,
well we need someone to deliver,
our silver lining now.'
- Ingrid Michaelson
'They say that home is where the heart is,
I guess I haven't found my home,
and we keep driving round in circles,
afraid to call this place our own.
They say there's linings made of silver,
folded inside each raining cloud,
well we need someone to deliver,
our silver lining now.'
- Ingrid Michaelson