Home

Some people got nothing, no place of their own
There’s no place, like home, like home, like home
I musta got lucky, found my way back here somehow
Some pretty hard word, we’re having right here
It’s like we’re in it from year, to year, to year
And nobodys leaving here, were will we go
It’s hard to keep lovin, it hurts me sometimes
But we’ll be better off, down the line
Comes full circle, a bus that brings you back
A long time ago, but I still can recall
A song that we heard, was the clarion call
A voice of an angel, calling you home
Weather was changing, red sky to blue
We stood there watching it, what could we do
Nothing else matters, and it don’t matter now
End of the line, yeah this must be the place
I could tell by the lines and the look on your face
Walked in the doorway, and felt just like home
and felt just like home
and felt just like home