They say that home is where the heart is,
I guess I haven't found my home.
And we keep driving round in circles,
Afraid to call this place our own
.
And are we there yet?
They say there's linings made of silver
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
Home, home, home
Where you will lie on the rug
While I play with the dog
And it won't be too much
'Cause this is too much
'Cause this is too much for me to hold
This is too much for me to hold
Mmmmmmmmmmmm,
mmmmmmmmmmmm,
mmmmmmmmmmmm,
Home, home, home
CHORUS
Ho - me
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there?