Texty písní Ingrid Michaelson

Ingrid Michaelson

Are We There Yet?

They say that home is where the heart is

I guess I haven't found my home.

We keep driving around in circles

afraid to call this place our home.

And are we there yet?

They say there's linings made of silver

folded inside each rainy cloud

will we need someone to deliver

our silver lining now?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

Home, home, home, home.

Home, home, home, home.

They say you're really not somebody

until somebody else loves you.

Well, I am waiting to make

somebody, somebody soon.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

Home, home, home, home.

Home, home, home, home.

Where you will lie on the rug

while I play with the dog.

And you won't be too much

because this is too much.

Because this is too much for me to hold.

This is too much for me to hold.

Home, home, home.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

Home, home, home.

Home, home, home.

Home.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there?