Home isn't a place,
Its a feeling.
And I've never felt more at home
Than when I'm laying with you
Smoking a cigarette
With your arms wrapped around me.
Than when your hand
Is intertwined with mine
In your car in the middle of the night.
Than when I'm looking
Peacefully, into your wild eyes.
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart, and my home,
My dear,
Are with you.