Some people got nothin', no place of their own And there's no place like home, like home, like home I must'a got lucky, I found my way back here somehow
Some pretty hard Winters, we have 'em right here With slight variation from year to year to year But nobody's leaving here, where would we go?
It's hard to keep loving, it hurts you sometimes We'll be better off down the line It comes full circle, the bus brings you back
A long time ago but I still can recall The song that we heard was a clarion call The voice of an angel calling you Home
Evening was changing a red sky to blue We stood there watching it, what could we do? Nothing else mattered and it don't matter now
End of the line, yeah this must be the place I could tell by the lines and the look on your face You walked in the door and it felt just like home It felt just like home It felt just like Home