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