Come Home

Ryan Adams, vaquero que en solitario y bajo la luz de la luna cabalga lento y seguro, ha vuelto para entregar un precioso disco de esos tan suyos, tan íntimos y desnudos, que nos vuelve a enamorar. "Come Home" es una súplica, desde la calma de la soledad y la descarnada añoranza, que representa anhelar el regreso de alguien amado al hogar. Sitios comunes dirán unos, quizá, pero aquí hay suavidad y calidez otoñal. 

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"Come Home"

You built this house

You built it stone by stone

Hammer in your hand

You build this home

This house is strong

You raised it with your love

A shelter from the winds

From the cold and dark

And nobody has to cry to make it seem real

And nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home

You built those walls

To hide your fears inside

We were younger then

It's safe now to come outside

We built this home

On this little piece of land

The sky above is dark

No rain comes in

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real

Nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home

As the storm grows stronger, deeper, and wide

My faith's a winding river with no riverside

As the years grow longer I will be here by your side

Ashes to dust and stone by stone

Forever I will always be your love

Nobody has to cry to make it seem real

Nobody has to hide the way that they feel

If you stay right here tomorrow you'll be fine

I will be here for you standing by your side

So come home, come home, come home