It's like a summer night In the sticky heat The scent of whisky Soft and sweet It's that old T-shirt That fits just right It don't get old Just like a summer night It's your favourite song In your favourite place It's your favourite look Written on your favourite face It's that finger painting That you wouldn't trade Because it's sacred Because it's home made I will make you a promise In times when I am away I promise I will take with me All the things that we made And your life will go on Memories might fade But I will cherish these moments because they're home made It's your childhood bedroom That you've always known It feels familiar But doesn't feel like home But the family photos Proudly displayed Where ever I might rest my head show I'm home made I will write you some letters in times that I am away Recounting wonderful moments and counting every new grey Every letter will end in the same damn way Sincerely home made My fortune truly consists of elaborate gifts You can't understand the gifts that you gave to me Made with our hands and we made them with our hearts I'll take them with me to my grave