my home is where my heart is,
it follows me where I go.
my heart's still beating in my chest,
so my body it must follow.

I gave my home legs
to walk around with ease.
I gave my home wings
to join me where I please.

I gave my home freedom,
my home gives me hope.
it is there when I'm proud,
when I'm humbled, when I mope.

my home is always with me
since I stopped giving my heart away.
it sure is growing cold,
but I'm starting to like it that way.