This World Ain't My Home Songtext
von Marc Scibilia

I′ve been to Paris, I've been to Rome
I′ve seen a little bit of the world that's known
But it seems no matter where I go
I know this world it ain't my home

I′ve got keys to a house that′s on loan
I've got keys to a car with rust and Chrome
I′ve got keys to things I'll never own
′Cause I know this world it ain't my home

And You take me so very close
But I can′t cut down this thought that grows
That no matter where I rest or roam
I know this world it ain't my home


Sometimes it seems a far off dream
Just in sight but out of reach
I don't know where to go but I just keep goin′
′cause I know this world it ain't my home

And I used to treasure jewels like years
Til this ancient world has met my years
Now rubie′s just another stone
'Cause I know this world it ain′t my home

And you take me...

Baby, I could try to fall in love again
Find a little house with a picket fence
But you know, you know that I am traveling man
To a distant country, in a far off land

And when my time is used and done
When I see that final setting sun
Ill leave everything I've ever known
And that house above it will be my home