Lyrics
Verse 1
Two hundred days on the road this year
I still call you twice before I lace up
Every stadium hums a different tune
None of them sound like your laugh
The trainer tapes my ankle tight
I picture your hands instead
Sixty thousand seats go wild tonight
I just want your voice in my head
Pre-Chorus
So when the whistle blows
And the crowd gets loud
I'm still thinking of you
Chorus
You are my home field
Wherever I roam
You are my home field
Baby you're the only goal I know
Score a hundred times
Still I'd turn around
Come running back to you
Verse 2
My phone is cracked from celebrating
But your good morning text is gold
Teammates tease me for grinning
At a photo you sent three weeks ago
I keep your note inside my shin guard
Little paper heart folded small
When I'm tired and my legs are scarred
You remind me why I play at all
Pre-Chorus
So when the whistle blows
And the crowd gets loud
I'm still thinking of you
Chorus
You are my home field
Wherever I roam
You are my home field
Baby you're the only goal I know
Score a hundred times
Still I'd turn around
Come running back to you
Bridge
Trophies gather dust on the shelf
You are the prize I keep
Every medal means nothing else
Without you next to me
Chorus
You are my home field
Wherever I roam
You are my home field
Baby you're the only goal I know
Score a hundred times
Still I'd turn around
Come running back to you
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