Back Home To You

  • Title: Back Home To You
  • Length: 3:53 minutes (5.34 MB)
  • Format: MP3 Stereo 44kHz 192Kbps (CBR)

Well you know I really love you
But this wild road has got a hold of me
I gotta go but you’re always with me

I feel you close when I close my eyes
I hear your voice it’s like you’re by my side
Wish you were here but I know you can’t be

So here’s what I’m gonna do
I’m gonna bring it back home to you

More than a postcard
Better than a photograph
You’re gonna see what I mean when get I make it back
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you

I breathe it in
Soak it up
Write it down for ya
I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you

Well you should see the color that the sky gets
Right before it fades into a sunset
That endless sky shines on forever

Over the fields and through the mountains
I’m looking for it and I’ve found it
Such a sight another perfect moment

More than a postcard
Better than a photograph
You’re gonna see what I mean when I make it back
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you

I breathe it in
Soak it up
Write it down for ya
I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you
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More than a postcard
Better than a photograph
You’re gonna see what I mean when I make it back
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you

I breathe it in
Soak it up
Write it down for ya
I’ll even catch some mountain air in a jar for ya
I’ll pick a different colored flower every field that I pass
And bring ‘em back home to you

Artist: 
Carey Ott
Written By: 
Carey Ott, Eric Pasley
Performed By: 
Eric Paslay
Publisher: 
Long Story Short / Cal 1V
DOC: 
June 23, 2008
PRO: 
ASCAP

Artist Details

Carey Ott

I made a vow that I would never write another artist bio. The money is macaroni and cheese money. The artists always complain: "I didn't say that" or "Who wrote this garbage about me" or “Could you pass me that red pen?” As author, you sign your name to your writing and then watch as the record companies "mistakenly" leave the name off. Bottom line, it's not dignified work. So I took my vow. Never again. And I didn't write one for over a year. And then, last week, Carey Ott's Lucid Dream CD came across my desk. This is the bio I’m writing because I have to.