Track 1 of the album State Line Hymnal · 2021
Everybody Here Is From Somewhere Else
“Four flights up in a city I can't pronounce, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Everybody here is from somewhere else, and that's the point.”
folk rock · hopeful anthem · gang vocals · 3:33
Lyrics
Got a mattress on the floor and a borrowed lamp Four flights up in a city I can't pronounce The bus drops me off in the morning rain Every face a stranger, every street a doubt The girl at the bakery asked where I'm from I said a little town you never heard of She laughed and said, me neither, hon Come on in, there's coffee, there's room Everybody here is from somewhere else Carrying their old town in their coat Everybody's learning how to start again Singing the same song, just a different note So raise a glass to the ones who came With a suitcase and a hope and a name Everybody here is from somewhere else And that's what makes it home I got a job washing dishes by the river Met a drummer from Ohio on the stairs We trade our stories like we trade our cigarettes And by midnight we're all neighbours there Everybody here is from somewhere else Carrying their old town in their coat Everybody's learning how to start again Singing the same song, just a different note So raise a glass to the ones who came With a suitcase and a hope and a name Everybody here is from somewhere else And that's what makes it home I used to think I'd left it all behind But the road came with me anyway Turns out a place is just a bunch of folks Who decided to stay Everybody here is from somewhere else Carrying their old town in their coat Everybody's learning how to start again Singing the same song, just a different note So raise a glass to the ones who came With a suitcase and a hope and a name Everybody here is from somewhere else And that's what makes it home Everybody here, everybody here Is from somewhere else