Daughtry

I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
- Chris Daughtry, Home

I'm not really into rock, but I'm loving this album by AI5 finalist Chris Daughtry. It's entitled, Daughtry. I love all tracks, but my favorites are the first five tracks. Now if I have to pick just one favorite track, it would have to be track three, Home. This is like a rock album that makes sense.

I also like AI5 finalist Kellie Pickler's album, but I don't like Katharine McPhee's debut album. I don't think those who voted for McPhee are very happy with her debut album. I can't find the McPhee I saw and heard in the AI5 finals anywhere inside the album (or maybe that's her point? I don't get her). Contrast this to Pickler's debut album. What is likeable and loveable about Pickler is inside her album. I was rooting for McPhee to win AI5, but based on their albums alone it should have been Daughtry who won AI5, with Pickler as the runner up.

Home

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you.
I've not always been the best man or friend for you.
But your love, it makes true.
And I don't know why.
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,

Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want.
Be careful what you wish for,
'Cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all, yeah.

Oh, well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.