[Intro]
Whispers of walls and windows wide,
A map in my pocket, dreams on the side.
[Verse 1]
I’m just a little boy with a backpack of questions,
Searching for a doorway where hope wears a crown.
The town hums softly, like a lullaby street,
Each step a question, each mile a sound.
[Pre-Chorus]
Could there be a house with a warm hello,
Where my laughter fits neatly into the room?
[Chorus]
I’m chasing a place to call my own,
Somewhere I’m seen, somewhere I’m known.
A porch to rest on, a window to see the sky,
A home that grows with me, where I can fly.
[Verse 2]
Maps turn pages in the corners of shops,
Names on a mailbox, a future that’s new.
I keep my courage in a small tucked note,
And follow the compass that’s me and you.
[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe tomorrow the door will swing wide,
And stair steps whisper, “You’re almost there.”
[Chorus]
I’m chasing a place to call my own,
Somewhere I’m seen, somewhere I’m known.
A porch to rest on, a window to see the sky,
A home that grows with me, where I can fly.
[Bridge]
If streets are rivers, I’ll learn to row,
If rooms are forests, I’ll learn to go slow.
With every lesson I’m drawing near,
To a friendly house that erases fear.
[Chorus]
I’m chasing a place to call my own,
Somewhere I’m seen, somewhere I’m known.
A porch to rest on, a window to see the sky,
A home that grows with me, where I can fly.
[Outro]
Soon the map will glow with a brighter road,
And I’ll find the street where my heart belongs.
