A Home
I mis-took the warnings for wisdom,
From so called friends
Quick to advise.
Though your touch was telling me otherwise.
Somehow I saw you as a weekness.
I thought I had to be strong.
Oh, but I was just young;I was just young;
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been.
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you.
Now everyday I wake again in a house
That might have been a home.
Guess I did what I did believe in.
And love is a dangerous thing.
Oh, but that couldn't hurt anymore
Than never knowing.
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been.
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you.
Now everyday I wake again in a house
That might have been a home.
A home.
Four walls a roof a door, some windows,
Just a place to run
When my working day is through.
They say home is where the heart is.
If the exception proves the rule
I guess that's true.
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been.
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you.
Now everyday I wake again in a house
That might have been a home.
A home.