"Serendipity" genre: Folk
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	A bittersweet song about homecoming and loss of innocence.
	CD: Sunday Skies   Label: Elysian Field Records Credits: Produced by Marnie and David Boyd
	Lyrics I come from the town Serendipity, I watch the leaves blow by on the street, I shift my weight and I stare at my feet. I tip the cup, spill my tea, Bite my nails and I can't sleep, There's something moving now inside of me. Drum my fingers, Kick the chair, Slam the window - no one hears. Serendipity, Serendipity, I've come back home, You see, Not who I used to be, Serendipity. I come from the town Serendipity, Time stands still on this quiet street, Yet there's something changing now inside of me. I spread my palm, lines determining, I'm not sure anymore who I'm supposed to be, A stranger or this child you still see. Drum my fingers, Kick the chair, Slam the window - no one hears. Serendipity, Serendipity, I've come back home, You see, Not who I used to be, Serendipity. This time, I let the Sundays go, These nights, I think of all that's passed, Here in my home, Feels sad, These comforts now outgrown. Serendipity, Serendipity, I've come back home, You see, Not who I used to be, Serendipity

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