Don't Quit Your Daydream
Don't Quit Your Daydream
Album By Claire Kelly
Hungry for the road all my life
Thirsty for adventure all my youth
Chasing all my freedoms
Down Liberty Avenue
Everytime I hear a phrase
My mother used to say to me
Everything happens for a reason
I get the feeling, I need
A little taste of home, home home
Just a little taste of home, home, home
A little taste of home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
Nothing like kitchen conversation
Steam coming up off the stove
Photographs down the staircase
Show how our stories unfold.
Everytime I hear a song
My father used to sing to me
The sweet words of an Irish lullaby
I get the feeling, I need
A little taste of home, home home
Just a little taste of home, home, home
No matter where I go
I need a little taste of home.
I just bought my ticket
And I pick up my phone
Calling to tell you, I’m comin’
Home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
Home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
Thirsty for adventure all my youth
Chasing all my freedoms
Down Liberty Avenue
Everytime I hear a phrase
My mother used to say to me
Everything happens for a reason
I get the feeling, I need
A little taste of home, home home
Just a little taste of home, home, home
A little taste of home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
Nothing like kitchen conversation
Steam coming up off the stove
Photographs down the staircase
Show how our stories unfold.
Everytime I hear a song
My father used to sing to me
The sweet words of an Irish lullaby
I get the feeling, I need
A little taste of home, home home
Just a little taste of home, home, home
No matter where I go
I need a little taste of home.
I just bought my ticket
And I pick up my phone
Calling to tell you, I’m comin’
Home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
Home, home, home
I need a little taste of home.
You’ve got forever in your eyes
And I’ve got so much on my mind
I didn’t want to waste, didn’t want to waste your time
You’ve got a heart made of gold
Someday somebody’s gonna hold
But those hands, those hands aren’t mine
I’m only trying to save you in the end
Praying that I didn’t lose a friend
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet
And I hope you spin all the records that we played
Don’t let these scars make the music fade
Please don’t throw me away
You’ve got a right to be upset
You gave me everything you had
And I tried so hard to love you like that
I’m only trying to save you in the end
Just praying that I didn’t lose a friend
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet
And I hope you spin all the records that we played
Don’t let these scars make the music fade
Please don’t throw me away
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet
And I’ve got so much on my mind
I didn’t want to waste, didn’t want to waste your time
You’ve got a heart made of gold
Someday somebody’s gonna hold
But those hands, those hands aren’t mine
I’m only trying to save you in the end
Praying that I didn’t lose a friend
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet
And I hope you spin all the records that we played
Don’t let these scars make the music fade
Please don’t throw me away
You’ve got a right to be upset
You gave me everything you had
And I tried so hard to love you like that
I’m only trying to save you in the end
Just praying that I didn’t lose a friend
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet
And I hope you spin all the records that we played
Don’t let these scars make the music fade
Please don’t throw me away
I hope you save all the letters that I wrote
Tuck me away with the stories that we told
Somewhere in a box in the back of your closet