Home to me is more than just
A place I lay my head,
More than just four walls about,
Home to me instead....

Is my wooden swing that creaks a bit,
Everytime I sway.
Smelling jasmine when I walk out front,
Watching the puppies play.
The photo albums in my cedar chest,
My favorite Formosa tree,
The birdhouses on the fenceposts,
All of this is Home to me.

It's picking myself a tangerine,
From the car as I come up the drive,
Just sitting around the bonfire,
And waiting for Fall to arrive.
It's the kites that got tangled long ago,
In the top of the pecan tree.
It's everything I remember here,
All of this is Home to me.

Home to me is more than just
A place I lay my head,
More than just four walls about,
Home to me instead....