scattered notes coast to coast make up only one page, so i thought i'd write a book, but that would never take shape
it always seems to me like there was something missing
like a makeout party when your all out of kisses, or like deveraux when you are all out of pitches
so i emptied out my drawers and i emptied out my kitchen
gathered my records and i packed my clothes
it's been fun, but now it's time for me to get back home
so i jumped in my car and i headed back east
my dad occupying up the passenger seat
states and cities passed so quickly through my rearview mirror
drove through the night as my body got nearer
to a place with cheesesteaks and the eagles that soar
and where pop-pop's spaghetti is better than yours
it's a fine state and a state of mind
the social club that you love, i heart L5
here's to summer, all the days and nights
all the babes and fights and the blue skies are so right
i dropped my things and i grabbed my phone
and i learned real quick that

you can't spell home without second chances and regrets
you can't spell home without all your family and your friends
you can't spell home without pennsylvania
you can't spell home without bonfires and all the things that are so tough to find again
you can't spell home without pennsylvania

well i could write a song and fill it up with cliches
i could talk about your eyes and i could talk about your face
but i won't cause quite frankly, there isn't a need
i'll just play on your body like piano keys
in the morning when you wake up there is one thing i know
the headline's gonna read that, "goldie stole the whole show"
i was out the door before you rose today
cause i had to get my body back inside of PA
and before you knew it i had found my way back to by bedroom
my posters and my hat rack with the trains marked clearly "matthew"
not moving, no motion, appeared to be dead
but clearly just dreaming a voice and it said
dear, tell me all the things that you think about love
do you think it's in streets, is it in bodies or blood
or the space filled up with the gentle hum of pop songs
here's to movement and the steps involved

you can't spell home without second chances and regrets
you can't spell home without all your family and your friends
you can't spell home without pennsylvania
you can't spell home without first time goodbyes and "hello, new life"
you can't spell home without pennsylvania

hard not to love all the beaches and the highways
the midwest and the southern states but
i don't care where my body even ends up
my heart will stay in pennsylvania


Lyrics submitted by hacika

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