Home Free

I would sometimes when it rained put a candle there
As if it were an alter all white and bare
And I’d draw myself a bath and soak in the dark
As if I were Noah and this was my ark
And I’d look out of that window at the towering sky
And think to myself, «How lucky am I»
That I have my home and I live here
Like a baby in a blanket with nothing to fear
I’d boil up some coffee on that battered old stove
And wonder how those people could travel and rove
So wild and unprotected out across this great land
Out in the wind, out in the sand
And I think I’ll never leave here, never leave here at all
Like a tree always knowing where it’s leaves will fall
You fight like the devil to hold this ground
This place of safety that we’ve found
These roots reach out past the shadow of the tree
We thought we could be home free
Now I will sometimes put some flowers outside
As if they were a picket fence to help me hide
And I’ll bury this talisman beneath the great tree
We’ll stay here together my old friend and me
And I’ll look out of that window at the towering sky
And I’ll think to myself, «How lucky am I»
That I have my home and I live here
Like a baby in a blanket with nothing to fear