Verse 1
I've been a tenant. Never a buyer. Rented a life from a passing desire. Slept in the spaces I couldn't afford. Folded my heart like a tourist's accord.
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Track 09 · Everywhere Isn't Texas
Call It Home
Album track
After a life lived like borrowed space, Calla makes an active choice to stay. Home stops being a destination and becomes something built from self-trust, imperfect rituals, and her own voice.
Written and produced by Tulio Costa · Performed by Calla Hayes
09Official lyrics
Call It Home
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Verse 2
Packed in a hurry. Left without warning. Chased every sunrise, ignored every morning. Thought I was free, but I was just loose. A kite with no string, a terrible excuse.
Pre-Chorus
Then I stopped. And I looked. At my two hands. The way they shook. And I thought— What if I stay? What if I let the floorboards stay?
Chorus
I'm gonna call it home. Not a place, not a name. Not a zip code, not a frame. Just the sound of my own voice Saying, "This was always my choice." I'm gonna hang a sign that says "Occupied by my own grace." I'm gonna call it home. I'm gonna stay.
Verse 3
Bought a cheap plant. Forgot to water it. Killed it in three weeks. Honestly? I honored it. For trying. For being. For showing up green. For teaching me I don't need to be pristine.
Verse 4
Hung a picture. Crooked, but fine. Made my own coffee. Drank it offline. Learned the creak of the second stair. Learned that silence doesn't mean despair.
Pre-Chorus
And I stopped. And I breathed. At my own reflection. What I believed. I thought— What if I trust? What if the ground doesn't turn to dust?
Chorus
I'm gonna call it home. Not a place, not a name. Not a zip code, not a frame. Just the sound of my own voice Saying, "This was always my choice." I'm gonna hang a sign that says "Occupied by my own grace." I'm gonna call it home. I'm gonna stay.
Bridge
I used to think home was a destination. A line on a map, a final station. But home is the pause between the fear and the leap. The promise you keep when no one's asleep. It's the key in your pocket that fits your own lock. The courage to turn it, the will to unlock. Not a gift you receive, but a thing you create. It's never too late. It's never too late.
Final Chorus
I'm gonna call it home! Not a place, not a name! Not a zip code, not a frame! Just the sound of my own voice! Saying, "This was always my choice!" I'm gonna hang a sign that says "Occupied by my own grace!" I'm gonna call it home! I'm gonna stay! (I'm gonna stay!) I'm gonna call it home! I'm gonna stay!
Outro
Call it home... (call it home) I'm gonna stay... (I'm gonna stay) Call it home... (I'm home)