Somewhat embarrassingly—or probably more accurately, just in time: I wrote the chorus of this song well over ten years ago. However, that is where the song stopped. For the life of me, I had nothing more to provide to the contents of its possession. It had no walls or interior in which to stretch one’s legs, or to relax comfortably on the couch and admire its inner being. It had no kitchen to create soul food. It had no bedroom to make love, and to rest a weary head—let alone two—and so it sat, in my creative nexus, forgotten and alone, looking for a mate. No verses. No Pre-chorus. No body. No arms or hands to softly caress the listener. No legs to dance on.

I moved from Fullerton to Anaheim to Long Beach. Nothing.

Finally, I moved to Los Angeles, California and met a girl who became its muse. She provided inspiration that manifested several verses—and the verses reverberated, yet, not off of walls or roof or floor—but off of a person. People. They are home—more so than any bed in a room, in a floor plan, of a wooden house, on a block, in a neighborhood, in a town or city, could ever be.

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