We didn’t make it to Portugal But someday we will Stare off at the lights, over the moon they go Or watch it all from the here In the broken-down house With a storm on the way You will read and I’ll write songs For the better half of our day
When it all goes bad And when it all goes bad There’s still someone here I call home
We didn’t make it to Portugal That’s just how it went But what you found when you weren’t looking That’s how the best days are spent When the sky opened up We had to make it through town I see my future in a red floral dress And she smiles at this mess that we found
When it all goes bad Yeah when it all goes bad There’s still someone here I call home
You can hold me for warmth And I’ll hold you ’cause I need ya Yeah, that feelin’ of home And that’s just where I’ll meet ya You were the fresh pair of socks You were the right kinds of wrong You were the well-timed distraction You were my landin’ song You are my landin’ song