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“Where Your Hands Feel Like Home” (Lyrics/Music: Ed A. Bilbao - All Rights Reserved) Verse 1 I’ve walked through crowded cities, And I’ve slept in quiet towns. I’ve chased a hundred sunsets Just to lay my worries down. But nothing ever settles The way your touch can do— One moment in your arms And the world feels brand‑new. Pre‑Chorus Every road I’ve taken Leads me back to you somehow. I didn’t know what “home” meant Till I’m with you now. Chorus ’Cause your hands feel like home, Where the restless finally rest. Where the storms inside me quiet, Where my heart beats at its best. I don’t need a map or compass— I’m already where I belong. In the place I’ve always searched for: Where your hands feel like home. Verse 2 You trace away my shadows, You steady every fear. You speak in gentle silence That only I can hear. And when the night grows colder, You pull me into light— A shelter made of tenderness That holds me through the night. Pre‑Chorus Every road I’ve taken Leads me back to you somehow. I didn’t know what “home” meant Till I’m with you now. Chorus ’Cause your hands feel like home, Where the restless finally rest. Where the storms inside me quiet, Where my heart beats at its best. I don’t need a map or compass— I’m already where I belong. In the place I’ve always searched for: Where your hands feel like home. Bridge Maybe home was never walls, Never windows, never doors. Maybe home was always you— The one my soul was reaching for. So keep me close forever, Don’t let go of what we’ve grown. I’ll stay right here beside you, In the place I call my own. Final Chorus ’Cause your hands feel like home, Where the weary find their peace. Where the noise of life grows quiet, And the sweetest moments breathe. I don’t need a map or compass— I’m already where I belong. In the place I’ve always searched for: Where your hands feel like home.