Home (Source and Target)
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I wasn’t lost; I drew the map
Source and target, I designed my path
A vagabond—nomadic accident
The smile was honest underneath the mask
And I tore my life more than thrice in pursuit of happiness
Tossing darts at my atlas heart, the target moved; I always missed
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I fell in love; I’ve been admired
In the eyes of lovers, yet never really seen
Tried to become what they desired
In the ideas of others I was never really living
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both (Source and target)
Not that I’m unhappy or better on my own
But it’s never home: source and target
(However familiar)
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both
Wherever, whether together or alone
I’m never home: source and target
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I wasn’t lost; I drew the map
Source and target, I designed my path
A vagabond—nomadic accident
The smile was honest underneath the mask
And I tore my life more than thrice in pursuit of happiness
Tossing darts at my atlas heart, the target moved; I always missed
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I fell in love; I’ve been admired
In the eyes of lovers, yet never really seen
Tried to become what they desired
In the ideas of others I was never really living
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both (Source and target)
Not that I’m unhappy or better on my own
But it’s never home: source and target
(However familiar)
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both
Wherever, whether together or alone
I’m never home: source and target
"Home (Source and Target)" is one side of a conversation about the struggle to feel both at home and like home with the same person, or place, or life. No matter how familiar, and comfortable, and content the speaker has grown, they’ve never quite managed to align both a source and a target in a mutual sense of wholeness and belonging.
The song sets the stage for the larger story of the record, as I imagine the speaker explaining their experience simultaneously to themself and to someone new who will become important to them.
Musically, I think "Home" may be the ideal entry point for those familiar with the dynamic energy and typical rock instrumentation of the music I was historically involved in—while the rest of the album will phase in and out of this zone.
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Album art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
Home (Source and Target)
Home (Source and Target)
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I wasn’t lost; I drew the map
Source and target, I designed my path
A vagabond—nomadic accident
The smile was honest underneath the mask
And I tore my life more than thrice in pursuit of happiness
Tossing darts at my atlas heart, the target moved; I always missed
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I fell in love; I’ve been admired
In the eyes of lovers, yet never really seen
Tried to become what they desired
In the ideas of others I was never really living
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both (Source and target)
Not that I’m unhappy or better on my own
But it’s never home: source and target
(However familiar)
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both
Wherever, whether together or alone
I’m never home: source and target
Home (Source and Target) [Uncut]
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I wasn’t lost; I drew the map
Source and target, I designed my path
A vagabond—nomadic accident
The smile was honest underneath the mask
And I tore my life more than thrice in pursuit of happiness
Tossing darts at my atlas heart, the target moved; I always missed
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Never both: source and target
I fell in love; I’ve been admired
In the eyes of lovers, yet never really seen
Tried to become what they desired
In the ideas of others I was never really living
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both (Source and target)
Not that I’m unhappy or better on my own
But it’s never home: source and target
(However familiar)
Home is both the target and the source of love
The source and target I have been in search of
Home
However familiar I've ever grown, I’ve never known
Home
Whenever enamored I have become, I’m never done
Looking for both
Wherever, whether together or alone
I’m never home: source and target
Music & Lyrics by Tyler Jameson Newton
Performed & Recorded by Tye Newton
Produced & Mixed by Tye Newton
Consultation & Mastering by Justin Newton
Art direction by Tye Newton
Album art design by Tye Newton
Photography by Tye Newton
Lovelorn Lullaby
This is home, warmth, love, happiness
Time, gratitude
It’s my home with you
And I see you when I look around
In every inch of my life
I see the way I’ve felt with you
Glowing in this light
I can see, hear, feel us laughing and
Loving, singing, planning, dancing
It’s a dream
Falling asleep here with you missing
In our empty apartment
Feels like giving up
I’m so tired but I’m not ready
I’m not ready
It was "no more nightmares
Sleep easier, now we're home"
"We’re really living the dream, aren’t we?"
And now it’s "goodbye sweet dreams"
Our foundation crumbles as I sleep
The nightmare is awake, not me
Not me
Here is our home, new again; bare walls, patient with potential
The gold hardwood floor still waiting for the shadow of our black faux leather sofa
The forsaken guest room door ajar, beyond the dark, unwanted television
The bright, open kitchen wishing for the soundtrack of Elbow and Damien
Rising through the stairway landing where we’ll integrate our friends’ art on display
The old brick and space left naked for the photographs we’ll take but never frame
The hollow of the walk-in closet where we’ll laugh at how even your jeans fit me
In the nook with the red Japanese chair, the deluge will lull us both to sleep
The skylight in the vacant corner of the loft will cast our bed like a cathedral
Where I will sneak snapshots of you dreaming blissfully in that summer sun cascade
Nearby, the gas stove—sitting cold—will drive the winter from our bones
Beside the gap for the piano and the strings we’ll tune to summon the spring
And we will choose our favorite sad songs, substituting words to make them happy
Recorded evidence of our love, compellingly performed but incomplete
And we will learn to synchronize our walk and let the music move us in time
And I will try to lead you, hand in hand, cheek to cheek, your chest pressed to mine
We’ll embrace until the dance is over, then we will leave no trace of it behind
Only the bats in the ceiling will remember that vinyl record skipping in my mind
But I’ve already carved the shape of you into the songs and rhythms of my life
It’s too late to separate the future from the dream
