Come Home

Intro

Mmm-yeah, ooh-oh, ho-ho

(la-la, ah)

Verse

Rich: I got the lights on the rooftop, ladder leaned just right

Tangled in tinsel and memories of last December night

I hum your favorite carol while the cocoa steams slow

Counting tiny miracles in the glow (in the glow)

I found an old cassette of us laughing by the tree

Played it twice, then three times — felt like you were next to me

Wrapped a sweater in red, wrote a note with a crooked line

Saying come on home, it's that kind of time (come on home)

Pre-chorus

(oh) The streetlamp's throwing silver on the sidewalk

(yeah) I can hear the city soft as flannel talk

(come on) Pull your scarf up, let the cold remind you

How we fold our nights into something new

Verse

Laura: I tied a ribbon on a box that's hardly more than dust

Filled it up with second chances, patience, little trust

I bake the shapes of Christmas, smells that stitch the room

Leave a tray out by the door for you (for you)

I light a candle on the sill, for everyone we missed

For friends that sing two verses wrong but never miss the gist

I hang my coat, I hum along to every silent song

Waiting on the porch where I belong (where I belong)

Pre-chorus

(ah) The radio plays somebody's old piano

(mmm) A laugh across a hallway, warm as cinnamon

(come on) Shake the snow from off your shoes and find me

Where the light bends gentle, where we keep the time

Chorus

All: Come home, bring your laughter, bring your stories, bring your hands

We’ll string the nights together, make a chain of little plans

Come home, the tree's waiting, ornaments and open stands

We’ll make a kind of magic out of ordinary plans

Come home, come home, come home

Come home, come home, come home (oh-oh)

Verse

Dalton: I drove the long way round, through towns that sleep in white

Stopped at every diner where the jukebox felt polite

I wrote a list of foolish things I swore I’d understand

Tossed it in the glovebox with a pen (with a pen)

I found a mitten on the bench where two kids carved a name

Their breath rose like small wishes, no one’s keeping score or blame

I folded up my jacket, took the highway to your lane

Singing every chorus like a train (like a train)

Bridge

All: We’ll trade our small confessions for a laugh that won’t quit

(la-la, la-la) We’ll wrap the morning in a ribbon, tie it to the bit

Rich: I’ll play the crooked record, Laura: You hum the tune

Dalton: We’ll watch the steam rise up and fill the room

All: Ho-ho, oh-oh, ah-ah, yeah-yeah

Ho-ho, oh-oh, ah-ah, yeah-yeah

Chorus

All: Come home, bring your laughter, bring your stories, bring your hands

We’ll string the nights together, make a chain of little plans

Come home, the tree's waiting, ornaments and open stands

We’ll make a kind of magic out of ordinary plans

Come home, come home, come home

Come home, come home, come home (oh-oh)

Outro

(soft) We’ll leave the porch light steady, like