I’ve seen chimney’s stand as monuments,
Surrounding walls burnt in argument.
Move away to find a home again,
Lessons in the ash blown by the wind.
To me love is just like coming home,
A roof and walls in a thunderstorm.
A rush of greetings so sincere,
Reflecting on the chandelier.
I’ll be your door, you be my light.
I’ll be your blanket while you sleep at night.
I’ll be your window that keeps out the cold.
You promise me that you stay till I’m old
You be my haven, and I’ll be your home.
Broken hearts are painful blemishes
Exposes us to the elements.
Weakens all we’ve tried to build.
Every hope and plan left unfulfilled.
All I want to do is settle down,
And keep my feet firm on the ground.
And you showed me, when you heard my prayer,
That every broken soul can be repaired.
But I’ll be your door, you be my light.
I’ll be your blanket, while you sleep at night.
Darling just stay, and I’ll take care of you,
Those kinds who hurt me, will never find you.
You be my haven and I’ll be your home.
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020