Текст песни 1000 Memories - Travis Collins

Wipe the steam from the window, see the rain fall into a city street below
Everybody's in a hurry, on the move, people to see, places to go
And I, I just wanna be home

Another rundown motel room, a squeaky fan, a 40 dollar view
Watching the trees, dancing with the breeze, banging on this guitar, thinking
I, I wanna be home

Because the smell you get in the afternoon when the summer rain hits the black top
A sweet sensation on its own
And a school bell ringing through the halls
Paints a familiar backdrop and holds a thousand memories of home

So much time I spend away, get another dollar from another day
But I am my father's son, I stay at work 'til the job is done
But I, I wanna be home

'Cause the smell you get in the afternoon when the summer rain hits the black top
Is a sweet sensation on its own
There's a school bell ringing through the halls
Paints a familiar backdrop and it holds a thousand memories of home

Mumma's in the kitchen with her apron on
And the Sunday smell of a fresh cut lawn
My little house, my family was born, is calling me
It's calling me
It's calling me
Back home
Ooh, yeah

I am my father's son