Home Is Where the Heart Is

On our corner there’s this nice man
His name is Mark, he’s always smiling
He’s got this mom who comes on Wednesdays
In the evening with soup so steaming
He shares his house with his friend Martin
They’re not brothers, they’re not cousins
My little girl wonders all about these men
I take hold of her hand and I begin
Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That’s where you’ve got to make yourself at home
Through the yard live Deb and Trisha
With their drills and ladders and their room addition
My kid yells over are you having a baby
They wink and smile and say someday maybe
Funny how they don’t let the daddies in
Don’t you let them in
My little girls wonders 'bout the house with no men
I take hold of her hand and I begin
Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That’s where you’ve got to make yourself at home
'Round the corner here come Martin
He’s alone now, he tries smiling
He roams around his well stocked kitchen
He knows that fate will soon be coming
My little girl wonders where he will live
I take hold of her hand and I begin
Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That’s where you’ve got to make yourself at home
Martin sits and waits with his window open
His house is empty, his heart is broken
We bring him toys and water colors
He loves to hear my little baby’s stories
She’s the gift I share, she’s his companion
She’s the string on the like, she guides him into the wind
My little girl wonders who will care for him
We take hold of his hand, we begin
Let’s begin now…
Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That’s where you’ve got to make yourself at home