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When we wrote this song, both Jon and Clara happened to both be nomadic, living one day at a time in different places. We started wondering, "What makes a home?" And this is where we ended up. Featuring a special guest cameo by the one and only Alan Yamamoto! Lyrics: Bundled up my life inside a backpack With all the things I couldn't leave behind Pulling all the dry and shallow roots I've planted Don't know where I'll lay my head tonight No, it ain't easy packin' up and goin' Truth is that I can't afford to stay But here we are, a place I've never been before It somehow feels familiar all the same Whoa Got no house, got no home, but I got you Guess that I'm a nomad in this moment (moment) Lonely roads and dreamin' of the rain Don't need next to nothin', I know I'll be fine As long as I'm with you, I can't complain Whoa Got no house, got no home, but I got you Reply via email

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