[ INTRO — Solo piano. La voz sola sobre el silencio. ]
I've been thinking about Savannah and the way the air sits there,
and the girl I was before I learned to over-care.

[ VERSE 1 ]
Mama singing in the kitchen every Sunday before noon,
daddy's bass note from the living room filling up the room,
like a low conversation between the house and the day,
and I was twelve and didn't know that some things go away,
that the people that you love the most don't always stay,
even when they feel like everything, even when they say,
they will — and daddy said he would and then he didn't anymore,
and I learned the shape of leaving early, learned what love was for,
and then I carried Savannah in my chest to every place,
to every city, every room, every unfamiliar face,
without knowing it was home I kept reaching for all along,
without knowing I'd been searching for that girl in every song.

[ HOOK ]
Savannah, bring me back to who I was before,
not the city — I been looking for a different door,
back to the girl who hadn't given quite so much away,
who knew her own name, who had her own say,
Savannah, remind me of myself today,
the one who existed before she learned to stray.

[ VERSE 2 ]
Atlanta taught me how to want a thing so hard,
you stop seeing what you have, you lower every guard,
how love can feel like answers to the questions in your chest,
when really all along the answer lived inside the rest,
of you — the part you gave away before you checked the price,
the part that knew herself before she tried to sacrifice,
everything for someone who was never gonna stay long,
I spent two years of me just singing somebody else's song,
trying to be what he needed instead of what I was,
bending and adjusting and then bending just because,
and somewhere in the bending I lost the original shape,
and Savannah is the only way I know to find escape.

[ HOOK ]
Savannah, bring me back to who I was before,
not the city — I been looking for a different door,
back to the girl who hadn't given quite so much away,
who knew her own name, who had her own say,
Savannah, remind me of myself today,
the one who existed before she learned to stray.

[ BRIDGE — La voz mas tranquila del album. ]
Daddy used to say: the bass is the foundation,
everything else sits on top without hesitation,
but the bass has to hold or the whole thing falls apart,
and I been looking for my bass note from the start,
been building on somebody else's chord and wondering why,
everything I built kept falling — I was reaching for the sky.

[ OUTRO — Fade largo. Solo la voz y el piano. ]
Savannah.
I'm coming back.
Not to the city.
To the girl.
To the foundation.
To myself.