Some people say that home is in my heart
So where exactly is it, that I can start
I want to feel it pump through every single vein
I want here it loud and clear in my feelings,
And feel it in my brain
A Home, A Home, A Home
They may call me a Hobo
That I’m homeward bound, But have I found?..
Which way to go,,?
I believe you can take me there
Can you show me the way, Can you show me somebody,
Who Fucking Cares
I would love to just see the front door
Maybe I could peak inside, Or walk around,
On the hardwood floor
Could you please, please show me some more/
I want to be inside, I want to feel the comfort,
I want to know the warmth
If I peaked inside, I would like to see,
My own place
Dead in the eye would I know, my own face?
I want to see your touch, I want to reach out and,
Smell your taste
I’m making moves, I’m talking the steps,
To finally make
A Home, A Home, A Home

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