Andy Inwards - Bring It Back Home

Written, recorded and mixed by Andy Inwards. Lyrics: We built this town on highways and speed, On endless lines delivering what we need, The fruit arrives but we don’t see the tree, Somehow the more we have, the less we feel free. Bring it back home, where the good things grow, Sun through the window, hands in the soil below, A little more ground beneath our feet, A little more love on every street, Or no more. And if the long road breaks beneath the rain, We’ll light the ovens, and start again, The bread will rise and be warm at noon All the simple things will sing their old tune. Bring it back home, where the good things grow, Sun through the window, hands in the soil below, A little more ground beneath our feet, A little more love on every street, Or no more, No more, No more, No more. The city lights they still shine bright and clear, With art and wonder always waiting there, But maybe life feels sweeter when we know, How little seeds become the things we grow. Bring it back home, where the good things grow, Sun through the window, hands in the soil below, A little more ground beneath our feet, A little more love on every street, Or no more, Oh.