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827 Miles
03:43
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I’ve been calling this home now for a while
It’s been about a year since I left PA
Usually talking to Mom just makes me smile
But I’ve been choking up telling her I’m doing great
And that’s true, I am, that aint a lie
But sometimes as we say goodbye
I get hung-up on what I left behind
I was sick of being home
I had to leave so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
I’ve been reminiscing for a while
About life in Jenkintown, PA
Maybe it’s cause I’m the youngest child
I find comfort thinking of the day to day
I remind myself I’m doing fine
If I were there I’d lose my mind
But it’s hard to think of all I left behind
I was sick of being home
I had to leave so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
They send me pictures of the little ones
But it’s just not the same
Sometimes I worry by the time I get back there
They will have forgotten my name
And I’ll only have myself to blame
Cause I was sick of being home
I left so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
827 miles from home
827 miles from home
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2. |
Flying
04:38
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I know I should be living
Using the gifts that I’ve been given
I probably should be smiling
But I feel like I’d be lying
Cause on the inside Im dying
How can I be so changed by one man?
His love it had me flying
I guess I had to land
I know I shouldn’t be singing
The melody my sadness is bringing
Cause I can feel I’m beginning to wallow
Wishing my heart was hollow
I’m giving into my sorrow
I know I shouldn’t be thinking
Of the one who left my heart sinking
But when you give so much for so long
To forget him just feels wrong
So I’m left singing this song
How can I be so changed by one man?
His love it had me flying
I guess I had to land
They tell you to follow your heart
But for me that’s the easy part
It’s when your heart winds up getting shattered
Then nothing he said ever mattered
How can I be so changed by one man?
His love it had me flying
I guess I had to land
His love it had me flying
I guess I had to land
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3. |
Wildflower
03:49
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I wish I was a wildflower
I know you’d pick me
The sun would shine on me
At the right hour
You wouldn’t resist me
You would take me into your hands
Maybe bring me to a dance
But the happiness would be a phase
Wildflowers die in a vase
I’d miss the sun
And the view I had from being on my own
I’d miss the wind
And the changes it could bring when it would blow
I’d miss the rain
And even the pain of being alone
I wish I was a wildflower
I know you’d see me
Yea just one glance
And I’d be planted
Forever in your memory
You would hold me in your loving arms
Try to keep me from all harm
But your efforts they would be in vain
Wildflowers aren’t meant to get swept away
I’d miss the sun
And the view I had from being on my own
I’d miss the wind
And the changes it could bring when it would blow
I’d miss the rain
And even the pain of being alone
Oh the happiness would be a phase
Wildflowers die in a vase
I’d miss the sun
And the view I had from being on my own
I’d miss having a part of me that was only known
To myself and everyone with whom I had grown
I’d miss the rain
And even the pain of being alone
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4. |
Rome
03:22
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I’ve been watching you watching me
Trying not to let you see me smile
They’re whispering telling me don’t you see,
He’s been looking at you for a while
I just want to play it cool
I don’t want to get my hopes up
So I light a cigarette, walk around a bit
Pour red wine into my cup
And then we start to talk, end up going on a walk
Along old cobblestones, feels so right to be alone
We talk about life, ‘bout the joy and the strife
The first time around we were lost now we’re found
I realize I’m in love with you, doubt you feel it too
I’m confused and I’m scared
I try to cut the ties, give you alibis
But you persist, I’m unprepared
I just want to play it cool
But you know you got my hopes up
You say you want to be with me
You know it’s crazy
But you say you won’t mess up
And then we start to talk, end up going on a walk
Along old cobblestones, feels so right to be alone
We talk about life, bout the joy and the strife
The first time around we were lost now we’re found
Doubt begins to creep in
They tell me not to give in
I write you a letter
Saying let’s wait it’s better
But then we start to talk, end up going on a walk
Along an old street in Rome, feels so right to be alone
We talk about life, bout the joy and the strife
It’s second time around, we were lost now we’re found
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5. |
Won't Be Back Soon
04:17
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I got my own set of keys
And my own set of worries
I won’t be back soon
Box full of memories
Just leave it on the third floor if you please
I won’t be back soon
I’m not gonna book a flight
I’m not gonna drive up through the night
I won’t be back soon
It’s not that I’ve got something to prove
Oh but I’ve got a hell of a lot to lose
If I come back too soon
I guess I could save up some cash
If I quit now and just head back
But I’d be quitting too soon
I’d have somewhere to crash
But I know that I wouldn’t wanna unpack
I won’t be back soon
I’ll still call, I’ll still write
Still think about you every night
But I won’t be back soon
Maybe I’ve got something to prove
Oh and I’ve got a hell of a lot of pride to lose
If I come back too soon
Maybe I’ve got something to prove
Oh and I’ve got a hell of a lot of pride to lose
If I come back too soon
If I come back too soon
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6. |
827 Miles
03:43
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I’ve been calling this home now for a while
It’s been about a year since I left PA
Usually talking to Mom just makes me smile
But I’ve been choking up telling her I’m doing great
And that’s true, I am, that aint a lie
But sometimes as we say goodbye
I get hung-up on what I left behind
I was sick of being home
I had to leave so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
I’ve been reminiscing for a while
About life in Jenkintown, PA
Maybe it’s cause I’m the youngest child
I find comfort thinking of the day to day
I remind myself I’m doing fine
If I were there I’d lose my mind
But it’s hard to think of all I left behind
I was sick of being home
I had to leave so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
They send me pictures of the little ones
But it’s just not the same
Sometimes I worry by the time I get back there
They will have forgotten my name
And I’ll only have myself to blame
Cause I was sick of being home
I left so I could grow
And it still feels right being on my own
I felt lost in a place that I had known
But now I’m sick of being alone
827 miles from home
827 miles from home
827 miles from home
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Veronica Stanton Nashville, Tennessee
Three years after her debut EP "827 Miles", and a plethora of experience under her belt, Veronica Stanton's back with her debut album, Caught Up on a Feeling (09/16). With delicacy and understated power, she lays out her worldview, mixing acoustic Americana songcraft with dreamy strings, graceful keyboards and subtle percussion. Caught Up is the sound of a young writer staking her claim. ... more
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