We didn't make it to Portugal Some day we will Stay out for the lights over the Mondego Or watch it all from the hill In a broken down house With a storm on the way You'll read and I'll write songs For the better half of our day When it all goes bad When it all goes bad There's still someone here I call home We didn't make it to Portugal That's just how it went But what you find when you're not looking That's how the best days are spent With the sky opened up We're yet to make it through town I see my future in a red floral dress And she smiles at this mess that we've found When it all goes bad When it all goes bad There's still someone here I call home You can hold me for warmth I'll hold you cause I need you You're the feeling of home And that's just where I'll meet you You are the fresh pair of socks You are the right kinds of wrong You are the well-timed distraction You are my landing song You are my landing song