Home from Dashboard Heat by Smokey Brights

Fixed my Discman with a rubber band
So I could listen to my music in the moving van
Past the pulp mills and the big white dome
Just for now we’re calling grandma’s home
Home

My new school has uniforms
Size husky slacks from the parish store
Mom got me the pump ups from Payless Shoes
Laugh about it with my cousin on the I Street roof
When I’m home
Home

Uncle Bobby’s playing Piano Man
Aunties smoking weed behind the Astro Van
My stepdad’s showing off his new tattoo
I cook with grandma and I got her laugh too
She says your home
Kid your home

Meet at the mall for the custody exchange
Dad always takes me to the shooting range
We rent movies and we grill up steaks
He says we’re so alike
But he says it strange

You don’t always end up at a pot of gold
Sometimes you chase a rainbow into the cold
You get a silver fish
Something hard to hold
But your home
This is still your home

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