Another Home

Another Home

Not discussing on how I’ve shuttling between Tubby’s place and my own. It’s the song Home by Chris Daughtry.

Since his American Idol days, I’ve always thought that “this guy could sing”. Well I’ve always tried to avoid saying I love rock music because I’ve never thought that I’d like them. Some people may think that it’s really cool but if asked my favourite genre of music, I’ll say bossa nova without hesitation. I don’t know much about bossa nova I must admit but I love listening to them. They do make me feel more relaxed and I love how it feels. Rock music, on the other hand, doesn’t exactly get classified into chillout music but I always catch myself loving rock. When I say rock, it’s got to be more soft rock, “emo” rock and not the hard or heavy metal sort. I think Tua Tow and the gang has a large part to play. I used to hang out with them while they were playing those emo rock on their guitars and I’ve loved it since. I always find myself sucking into listening to these songs over and over again and before I know it, I’m lip syncing to the words.


Chris Daughtry - Home

I'm staring out into the night
Trying to hide the pain
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feels a different kind of pain.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me
I'm not running from
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, remains true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,

And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old.
So I'm going home.
I'm going home.