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Just to bring me home

EpicGarage
EpicGarage
up tempo Classic 1970s soft rock duo, perfect male vocal harmony duo (lead + tight high/low harmony), warm intimate male vocals with slight southern tone, clean fingerpicked and lightly overdriven electric guitar, warm Wurlitzer/Rhodes electric piano chords, soft string synth pads in background, subtle funky but mellow bass, laid-back 70s session drummer (light kick/snare, open hi-hat groove), very clean polished Kyle Lehning-style production, romantic breezy evening feel, warm analog tape saturation, yacht rock adjacent but more soft pop roots, no modern digital sheen, 1976 radio hit production quality, mid-tempo ~104 BPM, key F major or G major, melodic memorable chorus, heartfelt laid-back love song mood [Is_MAX_MODE: MAX](MAX) [QUALITY: MAX] (MAX) [REALISM: MAX] (MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX)

[Verse 1] Airport coffee on my sleeve Same old backpack Different me Every mile just said your name Every cloud looked like your face [Pre-Chorus] Practiced how I'd say hello In the taxi Let it go Hands are shaking at the gate Buzz your number Now I wait [Chorus] I’m finally at your door Keys cold in my hand Heart on the floor All that distance All that time Just to see your eyes meet mine Every road and every flight I took before Was just to bring me home to your front door [Verse 2] Neighbors’ gardens Overgrown Funny how it still feels known Streetlight flickers as I pass Breathing slow I walk on glass [Pre-Chorus] Do you look the way I dream? Will you laugh the way you sing? Through the peephole Shadow moves Whole world narrows down to you [Chorus] I’m finally at your door Keys cold in my hand Heart on the floor All that distance All that time Just to see your eyes meet mine Every road and every flight I took before Was just to bring me home to your front door [Organ solo] [Bridge] Suitcase dropped right by the stair (hey) You run into my open arms Every stamp on every page Led me back into your yard All those nights we called it in Tiny screen and tired eyes Now your breath is on my skin And the world is actual size [Chorus] I’m finally at your door Shoes half-untied Soul wanting more All that distance All that time Just to feel your hand in mine Every road and every flight I took before Was just to bring me home Just to bring me home To your front door