If I Don't Make It Home
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I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who
come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots
From these places that I'll never go.
I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me
what lttle I get of the love we'd like to imagine is left
Of the love that we never did know
I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books
It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good

If I could make it work in life
Like it works on paper
If the love that I describe
Could be anything but words
Then I would wipe my eyes
I'd dry this ink
I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings
And I would fly
If only I could make it work in life

And at the end of every night I add up the tips and I count for what's mine
I come down to a thing that amounts to a lie
And the sum of it all I'm afraid
Is less then what I know I need
to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries
Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams
Still stun me and steal me away.
I can still hear Dine Bikeyah call just like we were kids
I could tell you all about it in a song
But Lord I wish

If I could make it work in life
Like it works on paper
If the love that I describe
Could be anything but words
Then I would wipe my eyes
I'd dry this ink
I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings




And I would fly
If only I could make it work in life, make it work in life

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Max & Harvey's song "If I Don't Make It Home" tell a story of a musician who sits on a piano stool, creating songs for men who come in with dirt and weariness from places the songwriter may never visit. The songwriter's life seems filled with solitude and longing, as depicted by the rented bed where they sleep with a woman who provides only a small amount of love, a love they can only imagine. They express a desire for a love they never truly knew.


The songwriter finds solace in their ability to write, as they slip out and scribble notes that read like a million books. The words they create may be their way of escaping the reality they face, a four cent nickel for their dime store theme. Yet, despite the power of their words on paper, they long for those words to come to life in their own existence. If only the love they describe in their songs could be more than just words on a page, they would wipe their eyes and trade their pen for a pair of wings to fly away from their current situation.


At the end of each night, the songwriter tallies up their tips, counting what is rightfully theirs, but it amounts to a lie. The sum of it all is less than what they know they need to escape the facade they've created. They have buried their hopes and dreams, stunned by their own creations that occasionally steal them away. They can still hear a call from Dine Bikeyah, perhaps a nostalgic reminder of their childhood, something they could tell you all about in a song. But they yearn for their songs to translate into real-life experiences, to make it work beyond the confines of paper and ink.


Overall, the lyrics convey the struggles of an artist who finds solace and escape in their creations but longs for those creations to come alive in their own life, to make their dreams a reality beyond the confines of the page.


Line by Line Meaning

I sit on a piano stool and I make up songs for these men who come in with dust on their faces and mud on their boots
I am a musician who entertains the weary men who visit with signs of hard work and struggles.


From these places that I'll never go.
I compose songs about distant locations that I will never personally experience.


I sleep in a rented bed with a woman who gives me what lttle I get of the love we'd like to imagine is left
I share a bed with a woman who provides me with the limited affection that is left in our fading relationship.


Of the love that we never did know
We never truly understood or experienced true love.


I slip out and scribble a note that reads like a million books
I write heartfelt letters that are filled with emotions and stories akin to numerous novels.


It's a four cent nickel for my dime store theme, but it sure reads good
My writing may be worth very little, like an inexpensive item from a small store, but it resonates with the readers.


If I could make it work in life, like it works on paper
If I could replicate the success and fulfillment I find in my music career in my personal life.


If the love that I describe could be anything but words
If the love I express through my songs could manifest into tangible actions rather than mere words.


Then I would wipe my eyes, I'd dry this ink
I would be able to rid myself of sadness and stop pouring my emotions into writing.


I'd trade my pen in for a pair of wings, and I would fly
I would exchange my writing instrument for the ability to soar freely and escape from my current reality.


And at the end of every night I add up the tips and I count for what's mine
At the conclusion of each performance, I calculate and collect the earnings that belong to me.


I come down to a thing that amounts to a lie
Ultimately, I realize that my current situation and success is built upon a false foundation.


And the sum of it all I'm afraid is less than what I know I need to slip beneath the surface of my forgeries
Regrettably, the culmination of my efforts falls short of providing me with the means to escape the facade and falsehoods I've created.


Where I buried my hopes where sometimes my dreams still stun me and steal me away.
Within this deceptive world, the remnants of my aspirations and desires occasionally surprise me and momentarily transport me elsewhere.


I can still hear Dine Bikeyah call just like we were kids
I can vividly recall the beckoning of Dine Bikeyah (Navajo lands) from my childhood, as if I were still a young child.


I could tell you all about it in a song
I have the ability to convey the essence of those memories through my music.


But Lord I wish
However, I deeply yearn for something more.


If only I could make it work in life, make it work in life
If only I could achieve the same level of success and fulfillment in my personal life as I do in my music career.




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