Homesick - Sheryl Crow

I’ve gotten used to being gone

Silhouettes and unmade beds

And more and more when I’m alone

I think of you

I’m getting tired of going nowhere

But it’s all I ever do

But I can turn this thing around

Guess I don’t want to

I turn the key, open up the door

I sit my suitcase down on the hardwood floor

And I call your name, and I climb the stairs

Then I realize that you’re not there

And I get homesick

I get homesick

I get homesick

For anywhere but home

I think I used to have the answers

Oh but now I just don’t know

Well that question still hangs on

Why did I let you go?

Why did I let you go?

I turn the key, open up the door

I sit my suitcase down on the hardwood floor

And I call your name, and I climb the stairs

Then I realize that you’re not there

And I get homesick

I get homesick

I get homesick

For anywhere but home

I keep wishing I’ll lose my mind time and time again

There’s a picture of it in my head

Of me and you up there

I get homesick

I get homesick

I get homesick

For anywhere but home

Anywhere but home

I get homesick

I get homesick (Oh yes I do)

I get homesick

For anywhere but…

Anywhere but home

Oh but anywhere but home

'Cause I miss you