Everybody Wants to Go Home

Home is where the heart is
where they have to let you in
like some heaven, always open
no matter what the sin
something sentimental
always brings you back
like some memory rememberd
like a scent from the past

everybody wants to go home
and I'm on my way
everybody wants to go home
I'm on my way

home is where you used to live
before they had to throw you out
'cause once you hit your thirties
you got some things to learn about
but the first time you were leaving
you broke your mother's heart
now your room is a museum
of refrigerator art

home is where your heart aches
where your history never ends
where you never get older
so the old wounds never mend
old loves like yesterday
old hates like yesterday, too
regrets like yesterday
the old ghosts are haunting you