Home

I woke up this morning and now I understand What it means to give your life to just one man Afraid of feeling nothing, no bees or butterflies My head is full of voices, and my house is full of lies This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I found you standing there when I was seventeen Now I'm thirty-two And I can't remember what I'd seen in you And I made a promise, said it everyday Now I'm reading romance novels And dreaming of yesterday This is home, home And this is home And this is home This is home I'd like to see the Riviera And slow dance underneath the stars I'd like to watch the sun come up In a stranger's arms And this is home, oh And this is home, home Home, home I'm going crazy a little every day And everything I wanted is now driving me away I woke this morning to the sound of breaking hearts Mine is full of questions And it's tearing yours apart, tearing yours apart And it's tearing yours apart Tearing yours apart And it's tearing us apart