I belong Yeah, this is home I've been searching for a place of my own Now I've found it, maybe, this is home (This is home) This is home Now I know Yeah, this is home
ribbon highway I saw above me the endless skyway I saw below me the golden valley This land was made for you and me This land is your land This land is
our love tonight. A century of open arms that shield the light This battle scar is healing Cast all the pain to the tourniquet that binds me But we are home
well back up just give up out in the cold on our own oh man you kidnapped the truth You told us all to go home. You can find your own way home buddy.
Home, home, home Home, home, home Take me home Just do it right Make it perfect and real Because it's everything Though everything was never the deal
do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
patty is a patty, that's what I say A grill is a grill, this is surely so And fries should be fries, either way But this grill is not a home This is
stone, this is our home I said take us, break us, trample our bones We're made of stone, this is our home This is our home This is our home This is
from the trees And the snow is coming, don't you know? But I'll still remember which way to go I'm on the road, the road to home Oh, the sound is fading
and cry. throwing herself in the air. screaming aloud, take me away. from all of this pain you made me feel. yet, millions of lips have called this child
home No this house is not a home No this house is not a home Without you No this house is not a home No this house is not a home No this house is not
as fun As the cigarettes The coffee shops Your bookboxes With collages up I know we won't ever fade away The king is dead The pawn is dead
not my home then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore This world is not my home
This is not my home, I think I'm better off alone Home, home This house is not a Home, home This house is not a Home, home This house is not a Home, home
THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME (Albert E. Brumley) « © '52 Acclaim Music » This world is not my home I'm just a passing through My treasures
home for Christmas Please come home for Christmas If not for Christmas by New Year's night Friends and relations send salutation Sure as the stars shine above But this
You tied a string Around my heart So how can I forget you? With every kiss I know that This is always This is always This is always This is always This is
This world is not my home I'm just a-passin' through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from heaven's open door And