K.C. Clifford: Music

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Top of my list of most favorite songs I've ever written. I often say that it wrote me.

Find My Way Home

Can’t sleep in my own skin tonight
Guess I’ll hurry up and wait for the dawn
Don’t know how to say it right
But my world feels wrong

I’ve been a lover, and a liar, I’ve been a poet and cheat
I’ve been to far off places where they ain’t got nothing left to eat
I’ve been the hero daughter with the picture perfect family
And I’ve played some real convincing victims in life’s tragedies

And it seems I’ve spent my whole life trying to find my way home

Everybody’s got something to give
They got a right to freedom, got one life to live
And most people hold the keys to their prison doors
But I would give all I’ve got to live for just one day where I didn’t feel alone
Cause it seems I’ve spent my whole life trying to find my way home

And I’ve been searching for the answers; I’ve been diving for the truth
But I keep coming back up empty handed and I’m feeling like a fool
And I am praying for the Savior to come and rescue me
Cause I’m drowning underneath the weight of all that I am supposed to be

And it seems I’ve spent my whole life trying to find my way home

And just when I thought that all my dreams were real
Thought I’d finally found the end of the Yellow Brick Road
I pulled the curtain back, only to reveal that the wizard’s just some old guy
With a new angle, well what do you know?

Hey Dorothy could you score me a pair of those sparkly reds?
Hey Dorothy could you score me a pair of those sparkly reds?
Cause there ain’t no place
There ain’t no place like
There ain’t no place like home
There ain’t no place like it