Wind whips my hair
The salt kisses my lips and brings me right there
I'm the youngest I'll ever be in this moment
I grew up here in this state and since I left I won't stop growing
Sitting alone here on the coast
Hearing my mom's song picked up by the wind and now I'm lost
I picture what it will be like to not have a choice to pick up the phone just to hear her voice
Take what you will
Give what you might
My mom said this life is strange and she is right
As I take this flight home
I'll remember this road
That's crooked and blind
I took it to grow old
So I'll say I'm coming home
I pack my bag
I walk away
I'm the oldest I've ever been in this moment
They say don't stray too far from home but I'm going
And the sounds of family laughing from the kitchen
Or the look my parents give when I'm not listening
And my dad's non-stop whistling
Take what you will
Give what you might
My mom said this life is strange and she is right
As I take this flight home
I'll remember this road
That's crooked and blind
I took it to grow old
So I'll say I'm coming home
I pack my bag
I walk away
I'm the youngest I'll ever be in this moment
So I'll walk away
I'll walk away
I'll walk away