There's a secret place
In a mid-western state
Where I fold my clothes
And I hang up all my clothes
You could it my house
But it'll never be my home
Yes it's got all my things
My pictures and my strings
All the do-dats that hung before
back when I had that room of war
But I close my eyes and click my heels
And I dream about a home
mmm, home that's where I wanna be
mmm, home alone, just you, just me
Do you remember the time
We went for a Sunday drive
Down that shaded road
It got dark and it got cold
But we rolled our windows down
And our airplane hands flew us home
And then we parked our car
And made love under the stars
In the middle of that field
Back when our love seemed so surreal
There was no fear in your teenage eyes
And for an hour we were home
mmm, home that's where I wanna be
mmm, home alone, just you, just me
On their latest album, the Australian group Oh Pep! covers a broad stylistic ground as a way of processing heartbreak. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 30, 2016