Cabin Lights Low

[ Lyrics ]

Cabin lights low, you feel like home.

Turbulence passed like a half-spoken fear,
you reached across the seat and wiped my ear
dry of a tear I didn’t know I had.
Funny how stillness makes the walls come down soft.
No city below, just stars stuck in time,
and your voice in the dark singing softly in rhyme—
not perfect, but real, like a breath after storms.
You don’t fix me, baby, you just hold me in form.

We don’t need grand plans or a ring in the sky,
just this quiet between us that money can’t buy.
No flash, no cameras, no stage, no disguise—
you see the girl behind the lights and still rise.

Cabin lights low, you feel like home,
even at thirty thousand feet, I’m not alone.
Skin on my shoulder, pulse in your tone—
final call, but I’m staying right here with you.

You brought me tea like I asked in the aisle,
remembered the way with no sugar and smile.
No performance, no act, just the way that you sigh
when I laugh too loud beneath this soft sky.
No one to impress, no follower count,
just your hand in my hair, pulling doubt down,
and for the first time in months, I exhale—
not a star, not a name, just a girl on a trail.

We don’t talk fate, we don’t rush the feel,
but every mile up here makes it more real.
No need to run, no need to win—
you let me just be, and that's where I begin.

Home ain't a place, it’s a rhythm, a tone,
it’s the way that you know me and claim me your own,
not for the fame, not for scenes out of frame—
for the cracks, for the mess, for the un-chased flame.

Cabin lights low, you feel like home,
even at thirty thousand feet, I’m not alone.
Skin on my shoulder, pulse in your tone—
final call, but I’m staying right here with you.
Cabin lights low… you feel like home.

…Feel like home.