You’re My Home

When you look into my eyes

And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul

It always comes as a surprise

When I feel my withered roots begin to grow.

Well I never had a place

that I could call my very     own

But that’s alright, my love,

’cause you’re my home.

When you touch my weary head

And you tell me everything will be alright

You say, “Use my body for your bed.

And my love will keep you warm throughout the night.”

Well I never be a stranger

and I’ll never be     alone

Wherever we’re together,

that’s my home.

Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike,

Indiana’s early morning dew, oh!

High up in the hills of California,

Home is just another word for you.

Well I never had a place

that I could call my very     own.

But that’s alright, my love,

’cause you’re my home.

And if I travel all my life

And I never get to stop and settle down

Long as I have you by my side, oh

There’s room for love and good wars(?) all around.

You’re my castle, you’re my cabin,

and my instant pleasure dome.

I need you in my house,

’cause you’re my home.

You’re my ho  me.