HOME
Verse 1
There’s a dirt road bending past the old oak tree,
Where the sun sets low like it’s waiting on me.
Screen door singing every time it swings,
Mama’s voice in the air, soft as a prayer she sings.
Paint’s peeling off that front porch rail,
But every crack’s got a story to tell.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve been chasing miles, chasing dreams,
Learning what forever really means.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Verse 2
There’s a photograph fading by the bed,
Of a younger me and the things we said.
Laughs around the table, hands held tight,
Faith built strong in the quiet nights.
I left with hope and a suitcase dream,
But home stayed stitched inside of me.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve learned the truth in time and pain,
Some things leave, but they don’t change.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Bridge
It ain’t just walls or a state-line sign,
It’s the love that waits, it’s the ties that bind.
When the noise gets loud and I feel alone,
I close my eyes and I’m already home.
Final Chorus
Home is the place where my soul stands still,
Where grace feels easy and the hurt can heal.
It’s a front porch light when the night feels long,
A truth I carry, a place I belong.
I may wander, but I’ve always known,
My heart was built in a place called home.
Outro
Yeah, the world can change, the years can roam…
But some part of me will always be home.
HOME
Verse 1
There’s a dirt road bending past the old oak tree,
Where the sun sets low like it’s waiting on me.
Screen door singing every time it swings,
Mama’s voice in the air, soft as a prayer she sings.
Paint’s peeling off that front porch rail,
But every crack’s got a story to tell.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve been chasing miles, chasing dreams,
Learning what forever really means.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Verse 2
There’s a photograph fading by the bed,
Of a younger me and the things we said.
Laughs around the table, hands held tight,
Faith built strong in the quiet nights.
I left with hope and a suitcase dream,
But home stayed stitched inside of me.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve learned the truth in time and pain,
Some things leave, but they don’t change.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Bridge
It ain’t just walls or a state-line sign,
It’s the love that waits, it’s the ties that bind.
When the noise gets loud and I feel alone,
I close my eyes and I’m already home.
Final Chorus
Home is the place where my soul stands still,
Where grace feels easy and the hurt can heal.
It’s a front porch light when the night feels long,
A truth I carry, a place I belong.
I may wander, but I’ve always known,
My heart was built in a place called home.
Outro
Yeah, the world can change, the years can roam…
But some part of me will always be home.
HOME
Verse 1
There’s a dirt road bending past the old oak tree,
Where the sun sets low like it’s waiting on me.
Screen door singing every time it swings,
Mama’s voice in the air, soft as a prayer she sings.
Paint’s peeling off that front porch rail,
But every crack’s got a story to tell.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve been chasing miles, chasing dreams,
Learning what forever really means.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Verse 2
There’s a photograph fading by the bed,
Of a younger me and the things we said.
Laughs around the table, hands held tight,
Faith built strong in the quiet nights.
I left with hope and a suitcase dream,
But home stayed stitched inside of me.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve learned the truth in time and pain,
Some things leave, but they don’t change.
Chorus
Home is the place where my name sounds right,
Where the stars feel closer on a Friday night.
It’s the smell of rain on a worn-out road,
A heart that rests when the world lets go.
No matter how far or how fast I roam,
Every road I take still leads me home.
Bridge
It ain’t just walls or a state-line sign,
It’s the love that waits, it’s the ties that bind.
When the noise gets loud and I feel alone,
I close my eyes and I’m already home.
Final Chorus
Home is the place where my soul stands still,
Where grace feels easy and the hurt can heal.
It’s a front porch light when the night feels long,
A truth I carry, a place I belong.
I may wander, but I’ve always known,
My heart was built in a place called home.
Outro
Yeah, the world can change, the years can roam…
But some part of me will always be home.
Hi, I’m Jane, a songwriter drawn to country and folk-inspired music. I write from personal experiences and real moments love, growth, heart
eak, and the quiet lessons life teaches along the way. My songs are honest, story-driven, and built to connect on a human level. I enjoy collaborating with artists who value emotion, simplicity, and meaningful storytelling.
Name: Jane
Role: Songwriter
Genres: Country, Folk
I’m Jane, a songwriter working mainly in country and folk music. I write from personal experience and real moments in my life the good, the hard, and the quiet in-between. Songwriting is how I make sense of emotions, relationships, and growth, and I try to keep my lyrics honest, simple, and story-focused.
My approach to music is rooted in authenticity. I care about strong melodies, meaningful words, and songs that feel human rather than forced. I’m easy to work with, open to collaboration, and I value clear communication and mutual respect in every creative process.
Over time, I’ve continued to develop my writing by consistently creating and refining songs, aiming to make music that connects deeply with listeners and fits naturally with different artists and styles.
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