Everybody Wants to Go Home

home is where the heart is
it’s where they have to let you in
ut’s like some heaven, always open
no matter what your sin
something sentimental
always bringws you back
like some memories remembered
like some secent from the past

everybody wants to go home
i’m on my way
everybody wants to go home
i’m on my way

home is where you used to live
before the had to throw you out
‘cause once you hit your thirties
there’s some things you oughta learn about
but the first time you were leaving
you broke your mother’s heart
now your room is a museum
of refrigerator art

home is where you heart aches
where you history never ends
and you never get older
so the old wounds never mend
old loves like yesterday
old hates like yesterday, too
regrets like yesterday
the old ghosts are haunting you

© 1998 David Stoddard