Timcast - Coming Home (feat. Phil Labonte) [Official Music Video]

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MUSIC CREDITS
Written and performed by: Tim Pool, Carter Banks and Phil Labonte.
Tim Pool //   / timcast      / @timcast  
Carter Banks //   / carterbanks      / @carterbanks  
Phil Labonte //   / philthatremainsofficial  
Arranged, recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by: Carter Banks
Drums written, recorded and processed by Pete Parada //   / peteparada  

Additional instrumentation: banjo, mandolin, guitars (electric, acoustic & bass), pianos, vocal harmonies, bells, whistles etc. tracked, edited and created by Carter Banks.

VIDEO CREDITS
Director, Executive Producer: Tim Pool
Director, Editor, Producer: Kent Leon Welling
//   / droodfilms      / @droodfilms  
Additional SFX, cinematography & costume/set design by Kent Leon Welling.

ACTORS
Shale Lepage
Tiffany Tapp

COVER ART
Jessica Boone //   / hallsinthekid  

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LYRICS
On a quiet faded pavement
I drove myself to find the place
I promised I would never leave behind
But like a subtle proclamation
Of my unkept word I see
The place I once called home has ceased to be

Now there’s nothing left
But broken glass
Empty words and
Empty promises

Coming home
Is not supposed to be like this
Shadow figures on the corner
(Corner)
Like numbers on a list
Coming home
Was supposed to be a gift
But the men that came before me
Can’t be found, now

It’s not nothing more
But something less
This place that I’ve come home to
Is not supposed to be like this

As I made my way downtown
I searched the night in hopes I’d find
The echos of the past
That haunt my mind
But as every moment passes
The hope within me fades with time
(Time)
And regret forms the words
My tongue can’t find

Now there’s nothing left
Just broken glass
I found the words
And now I’ll get um off my chest

Coming home
Is not supposed to be like this
Shadow figures on the corner

(Corner)
Like numbers on a list
Coming home
Was supposed to be a gift
But the men that came before me
Can’t be found, now

It’s not nothing more
But something less
This place that I’ve come home to
Is not supposed to be like this

I’m coming
I’m home now
I’ve seen enough and
Now it’s time to shut this down
Don’t tell me
You’re sorry
I’ve heard enough
Your excuses won’t be bound
There’s not nothing more
But something less

On a quiet faded pavement
(Pavement)
I drove myself to find the place
(Place)

Coming home
Is not supposed to be like this
Shadow figures on the corner
Like numbers on a list
Coming home
Was supposed to be a gift
But the men that came before me
Can’t be found, now

There’s nothing more
(Not nothing more)
Just something less
(Just something less)
This place that I’ve come home to
Is not supposed to be like this

Coming home
Is not supposed to be like this
Shadow figures on the corner
Like numbers on a list

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