A House Is Not a Home

If time is tight, it's right To stay another night You know the score I wouldn't want you sleeping on the floor Cos' living on your own Is never any fun A house is not a home When you make it what you want to It's hard to tell if you should Make the choice by yourself 'Cos on your own you only learn To like what you know You recognize the smell But as far as you can tell A house becomes hotel When you make it what you want to What's the use of going home again When it's always the same It's getting late so can you show me what I'm missing Say what you see, I'll let you be my referee Send it through the post The things you like the most I'm sure I couldn't prove if you make me What you wanted to What's the point of moving home again What's the use of going back again What's the point of changing face and then Packing boxes moving home again When it's always the same