Comfort Zone is the song featured on Working Class Hussys Music Vlog episode #15.
I’m walkin’, looking backwards at the rusty tracks towards
that old train parked for good.
Beyond are crooked back-roads, farms, and verdant pastures.
It’s a scene from a ‘hood
I call home, and it’s dear to me.
Here, the hillsides pierce the sky, but the mighty river’s just knee-deep.
It’s a comfort zone where I breathe
in the fumes of the sewage plant that sometimes blow by with the breeze.
Tilling’s like the patchwork on quilted blankets that were
sewn together with God’s hands.
And details of the craft-work on old homes show the passion
in these gems that dot the land.
That’s why home is the place for me;
I can find my peace-of-mind without unwanted company.
It’s a comfort zone where I’m seen
dancing in my undies, and no one’s making fun of me.
You can take the boy out of New York. Though some of it remains,
there’s a country-bumpkin deep inside the blood-lines in my veins.
And that’s why home is where I’ll be
having epiphanies, and recharging my batteries.
You knew I was a lonely one; accused me of not growing up,
‘scared to leave my zone that we both call
home. It’s what I need,
even though my friends next door cut down my shady tree.
It’s a comfort zone where hungry bees
ate the wood inside my porch. These are the rare downsides of things.
I like to hear a pin drop when I’m sitting in my room,
surrounded by my toys and thoughts, wrapped up in my cocoon.
That’s my home where I’m free
at the one place you can lock me in and throw away the key.
When I don’t like where I’m at, man, I go home and have a dream.
So if you’re trying to find me, you know home is where I’ll be.