When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow.
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's alright, my love, 'cause you're my home.
When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be alright
You say, "Use my body for your bed.
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night."
Well I never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Wherever we're together, that's my home.
Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike,
Indiana's early morning dew, oh!
High up in the hills of California,
Home is just another word for you.
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own.
But that's alright, my love, 'cause you're my home.
And if I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side, oh
There's room for love and good wars(?) all around.
You're my castle, you're my cabin, and my instant pleasure dome.
I need you in my house, 'cause you're my home.
You're my ho - me.