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How Can I Call This Home? - Ben Platt

How Can I Call This Home?

Ben Platt

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I go to bed at night

Hoping when I wake

This will all be gone

Like it was just a dream

And I'll be home again

Back again in Brooklyn

Back with people who look like I do

And talk like I do

And think like I do

But then

The sun rises in Atlanta again

These people make me tense

I live in fear they'll start a conversation

These people make no sense

They talk and I just stare and shut my mouth

It's like a foreign land

I didn't understand

That being Southern's not just being in the South

Whan I look out on all this

How can I call this Home? (La-la, living in the land of cotton!)

These men belong in zoos

It's like they've never joined civilization

The Jews are not like Jews

I thought that Jews were Jews

But I was wrong

I thought I would be fine

But four years down the line

With ev'ry word it's very clear

I don't belong

I don't cuss, I don't drawl

So how can I call this Home?

Home calls, and I'm free of the Southern breeze

Free of magnolia trees and endless sunshine! (Evermore)

Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta (Lives the dream of Atlanta)

But not mine!

Not mine! (Stand together!)

A Yankee with a college education (In the great state of Georgia!)

Who by his own design

Is trapped inside the land

That time forgot (Strong and proud!)

I'm trapped inside this life

And trapped beside a wife

Who would prefer that I'd say "Howdy" not "Shalom"

Well I'm sorry Lucille (God bless the sight)

But I feel what I feel (Of the old hills of Georgia) (Evermore lives the dream of Atlanta)

And this place is surreal (The old red hills) (Evermore her eternal—)

So how can I call this (Old red hills of)

Home? (Home!)

- It's already the end -