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