Home
Lyrics
(Yeah)
Well, here I am at my front door
And, oh, what an odor is rising
It seems I've stood on this porch at lesser times
Now I've been down the road
You know the one you've dreamed about and that surprises you
And I'm sure you'll chalk it up to some sell-out crime
Home
What do you do when opportunity knocks?
When success stalks and along comes fame?
Do you open the door or watch in horror
Through the peephole as they go away?
Lottery or poverty, you're a commodity
So what's it gonna be?
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
Home
I'm going home
I'm going home
Sitting in that same spot there with the other lot whining
And you know this must be just a mirage
Ain't no doubt, I ain't got the clout, that's defined, by you
But oil stains are all you're gonna find in my garage (hey)
Whatcha gonna do when the fun stops?
When the boat rocks and the crew gets old?
Make up your mind it's about time because at this time
You're staying
Home
I'm going home
I'm going home
(That's all)
(I want)
Home
I'm going home
I'm going home (go, go)
Writer(s): Gregory Dean Camp
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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