Home

I want a home
Not just a place to lay my head
I want a home
Where someone’s sleeping in my bed
A tap that drips in perfect time with all my peaceful dreams

I want a home
Somewhere to belong
I want a home
I’ve been moving far too long
Jumble sales and bicycles and books I’ve never read

I want a home
Shroud me in the night
I want a home
The cracks will only show the light
The dawn, the birds, the empty streets and rain upon the ground

Oh, I’ve lived a life for people I have known
Holding on while others’ hopes become my own

I want a home
Not just a place to lay my head
I want a home
Where someone’s sleeping in my bed