The summer fire and briny air
And, God, I wish you were there
The way you laugh like you don't care
Or mind the stairs
Y'know it's funny but it's true
That you can feel so alone
In a crowded room
At home
Honey, long before you
I used to hide in corners
And watch my shoes, too
And wonder what I'd do
If I ever met you
Y'know it's funny but it's true
I've come to find my home
In those crowded rooms
And you, and me, we'll make it
Easy (Believe)
When the summer fires die in the briny air
God, I know you'll be there
In the way I dance like I don't care
Or mind the stares
Y'know it's funny but it's true
I learned to find my home
In those crowded rooms
With you