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It's hard to stay behind and rest
With all the stupid things I believe
And watch my life drift like dust
I hope I make it to a warm heart
I hope that's where I belong
I hope I don't end up out of breath
Wherever the washed up are hung
I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become
Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone?
My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin
Home
Home
Home
I hope I make it home
I got lost and the road dragged on and on
I couldn't remember what I was chasing
No, or what I had become
I always thought my life looked much better at a distance
Now I'm just another set of eyes lost in the blur
And the only thing left in this world that bothers to hate me
Is my pride
No one sees me, they don't need to to know I slipped away with the tide
Home
Home
Home
I hope I make it home
I got lost, I started hating my own skin
Home - American Music Club
American Music Club's "Home" stands as a defining track from the band's 1990s output, exemplifying the group's unique blend of indie rock, folk, and post-punk sensibilities. Recorded during a pivotal era for the band, the song captures the raw, introspective energy characteristic of their discography, often featuring the distinctive vocal delivery of lead singer John McEntegart. The track reflects the band's tendency to weave personal narrative with atmospheric soundscapes, creating a listening experience that balances melancholic reflection with driving rhythmic momentum. As part of their broader catalog from the early to mid-1990s, "Home" remains a significant example of the American Music Club's contribution to the alternative rock landscape, showcasing their ability to craft songs that resonate with themes of displacement and belonging without relying on conventional pop structures.