Chasing Home
Alex Wilson
Description
A deeply personal country ballad about the search for inner peace and belonging. Anchored by Alex Wilson's soulful vocals and intricate fingerstyle guitar, 'Chasing Home' unfolds with a gentle warmth, gradually building to an anthemic chorus. Soft fiddle harmonies, subtle bass lines, and brush-stroked percussion create an intimate atmosphere, while pedal steel guitar adds a layer of wistful reflection. The song explores the idea that 'home' isn't a place, but a state of mind found within oneself, built on memories, relationships, and personal growth.
Lyrics
(Intro - Gentle acoustic guitar picking with soft pedal steel, evoking a lonely rural dusk, building to a mid-tempo country ballad) (Verse 1) Gravel road twists like a lonesome plea, Under a sky where the stars don’t see. Wind’s hummin’ soft, like it’s lost its way, Searchin’ for a truth I can’t name today. My old truck rattles, carryin’ all I own, Runnin’ from nowhere, chasin’ home. (Pre-Chorus) The more I roam, the less I find, A ghost of peace haunts my mind. (Chorus - Anthemic, heartfelt hook with soaring harmonies) Chasin’ home, but it ain’t on no map, It’s a flicker of light in a heart-worn gap. Not a porch or a town where the wild winds roam, I’m chasin’ home, Lord, I’m chasin’ home. Every mile’s a prayer, every scar’s a song, Findin’ where my soul’s belonged all along. Chasin’ home, yeah, I’m chasin’ home. (Verse 2) Church bells fade down a lonesome street, My shadow’s the only one I meet. These boots are worn from a thousand trails, But peace don’t hide in miles or tales. The radio hums an old country tune, Callin’ me back ‘neath a Kentucky moon. (Pre-Chorus) The harder I run, the deeper it lies, A whisper of truth in the midnight skies. (Chorus - Building intensity, full band with fiddle accents) Chasin’ home, but it ain’t on no map, It’s a flicker of light in a heart-worn gap. Not a porch or a town where the wild winds roam, I’m chasin’ home, Lord, I’m chasin’ home. Every mile’s a prayer, every scar’s a song, Findin’ where my soul’s belonged all along. Chasin’ home, yeah, I’m chasin’ home. (Bridge - Music pulls back, intimate acoustic and light steel) It’s the laugh of a friend by a river’s bend, A promise I swore I’d keep to the end. It’s the weight of a tear, the hope in a prayer, The heart I’m rebuildin’ out of thin air. These memories whisper where I need to be, Planting seeds of hope inside of me (Chorus - Massive, emotional finale with crowd-ready harmonies) Chasin’ home, but it ain’t on no map, It’s a flicker of light in a heart-worn gap. Not a porch or a town where the wild winds roam, I’m chasin’ home, Lord, I’m chasin’ home. Every mile’s a prayer, every scar’s a song, Findin’ where my soul’s belonged all along. Chasin’ home, yeah, I’m chasin’ home. (Outro - Fades with soft guitar and a lone fiddle hum) Chasin’ home... where my heart belongs. Chasin’ home... in the scars and songs.