Wherever You Are (I'm Probably Lost)
by Tanner Cove · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
trop rock, country rock, pedal steel, steel drums, upbeat
Prompt
Trop rock, country folk, warm laid-back baritone storyteller vocal, group singalong harmonies
Lyrics
Mm, soundcheck, one-two, here we go Saturday, four o'clock, a beach bar on the sand, Cable in my left hand, a pick in my right hand. I flip the guitar case open, there's a note inside: "Drink some water, honey, and tune that thing with pride." Paper map in my back pocket, folded wrong again, Missed the exit twice this morning, blame the wind. Wherever you go, wherever you are, I'm probably lost, Upside-down map and a wrong turn too, But there's a note in the case and it points me true, Wherever I go, I'm coming home to you. Dale says I steer by the smell of fried shrimp, Marty on pedal steel says I'd miss the sea with a limp. Found one taped in the lid on a rainy Tuesday night: "Wear the blue shirt, baby, and the lights'll be right." Wherever you go, wherever you are, I'm probably lost, Upside-down map and a wrong turn too, But there's a note in the case and it points me true, Wherever I go, I'm coming home to you. Go ahead and laugh, boys. Twenty years of towns I couldn't name, Not one note ever read the same. Last night I counted them, a shoebox on the shelf, Twenty years of paper, and I read them to myself. Some were sweet and some were silly, but underneath they all say the same: "Come home." Just come home. Wherever you are, I'm not so lost, Wherever you are, that's home to me, Wherever you are, I'm probably lost,