A Place to Call My Own

That house was full of stranger’s stuff

And not nearly full enough of silence

So I locked that door, and I left that key

To find somewhere I could be in silence

In the spaces between night and day

I walked that neighbourhood alone

Without a place to call my own

Without a place to call my own

That end of town it knew no rest

Those streets had never slept in silence

So I held out for the dawn, but its sirens and alarms

Dragged me further from the arms of silence

Out of town into the wilderness

Far from everything I’d known

To find a place to call my own

I’ll find a place to call my own

From the rubble on this winding trail

I will form a cornerstone

And build a place to call my own

I’ll build a place to call my own

I’ll build a place to call my own

I’ll build a place to call my own