You want nothing and crave for nothing
only to be by the side of the one who chooses you
That's what happens when home is where the heart is

The sun may shimmer, singe or sear your flesh and your ego
and the rain may fall, patter or pour in heavy sheets cold
You stay because that's what happens when home is where the heart is

When they travel to far-off lands you're in their hearts where it's warm
You're in their  being where you need  no visa or residency permit; and
that's what happens to all and sundry when home is where the heart is

In time the great divide that has pleasure in keeping lovers asunder
silently stalks everyone without favour or discrimination
and creates the one time that the heart cannot be home