Almost Home

Duration

4:15

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

Almost Home words/music - howard markman Well it's almost heaven, i'm all most gone I'm almost right, so i'm all most wrong it's almost Sodom, it's all most Rome i'm almost there, i'm all most home i'm almost happy, that's all most good i'm almost doing, the things i should it's almost perfect, like syrafoam i'm almost there, i'm all most home there's a light in the window, a garland on the door smoke from the chimney, there's a rug on the floor i see it so clearly, where ever i roam i'm almost there, i'm almost home it's almost midnight, it's all most tomorrow i'm almost full, from all i beg, steal, and, borrow i'm almost hopefull, when i pick up the phone i'm almost there, i'm almost home it's almost your smile, it's almost your eyes i almost see through all your fears and the lies i can almost believe that it's mine to own it's almost you, i'm almost home