Home Songtext
von Ari Gold
Home Songtext
Home is where the heart is,
And I′m home.
I know where my heart is,
I came home.
I've found other faces,
I′ve filled other spaces,
But no other place is
Quite like home.
So I got a move on,
I came home.
Nothing can improve on
What's back home.
With friends that will need me
And love that will feed me
All paths seem to lead me
Home.
Home to me is pulled-up linoleum,
The creaking of the bannister,
The squeaking of the chair.
Home to me is trapped in the elevator,
Knocking on the radiator,
Tripping down the stair.
Try to get the curtain to go up,
Then try to get the window to go down,
Then try to get the super on the phone,
I've got another leak, oh,
But he′s in Puerto Rico.
Home to me is pulled-up linoleum,
The creaking of the bannister,
The squeaking of the chair.
Home to me is trapped in the elevator,
Knocking on the radiator,
Tripping down the stair.
Try to get the curtain to go up,
Then try to get the window to go down,
Then try to get the super on the phone,
When you′re in a frenzy,
Write to Mayor Lindsay.
So I got a move on,
I came home.
Nothing can improve on
What's back home.
With friends that will need me
And love that will feed me
All paths seem to lead me
Home.
And I′m home.
I know where my heart is,
I came home.
I've found other faces,
I′ve filled other spaces,
But no other place is
Quite like home.
So I got a move on,
I came home.
Nothing can improve on
What's back home.
With friends that will need me
And love that will feed me
All paths seem to lead me
Home.
Home to me is pulled-up linoleum,
The creaking of the bannister,
The squeaking of the chair.
Home to me is trapped in the elevator,
Knocking on the radiator,
Tripping down the stair.
Try to get the curtain to go up,
Then try to get the window to go down,
Then try to get the super on the phone,
I've got another leak, oh,
But he′s in Puerto Rico.
Home to me is pulled-up linoleum,
The creaking of the bannister,
The squeaking of the chair.
Home to me is trapped in the elevator,
Knocking on the radiator,
Tripping down the stair.
Try to get the curtain to go up,
Then try to get the window to go down,
Then try to get the super on the phone,
When you′re in a frenzy,
Write to Mayor Lindsay.
So I got a move on,
I came home.
Nothing can improve on
What's back home.
With friends that will need me
And love that will feed me
All paths seem to lead me
Home.
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