Dierks Bentley
Текст песни Home

West, on a plane bound west,
I see her stretching out below,
Land, blessed mother land,
The place where I was born.

Scars, she's got her scars,
Sometimes it starts to worry me
Cause lose, I don't want to lose
Sight of who we are.

From the mountains high
To the wave crash coast
There's a way to find
Better days I know.

It's been a long hard ride,
Got a ways to go,
This is still the place
That we all call home.

Free, nothing feels like free
Though it sometimes means we don't get along
Cause same, no we're not the same
But that's what makes us strong.

From the mountains high
To the wave crash coast
There's a way to find
Better days I know.

It's been a long hard ride,
Got a ways to go,
This is still the place
That we all call home.

Brave, gotta call it brave
To chase that dream across the sea.
Names, then they signed their names
For something they believed.

Red, how the blood ran red
And we laid our dead in sacred ground.
Just think, wonder what they think
If they could see us now?

It's been a long hard ride,
Got a ways to go,
This is still the place
That we all call home. [2x]