Home is where the heart is

Verse 1: I’ll be giving up, oh Home is where the heart is, And I gave it to you in a paper bag

And all this crass communication that has left you in the cold Isn't much for consolation when you feel so weak and old But if home is where the heart is Then there's stories to be told

On the open highway My home is where the heart is Sweet to surrender to you only

وضلينا على طول) They say home is where the heart is But what if you don't have one?

But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

Know she's such a a prima-donna Wherever you are is my home, you know I mean it They say home is where the heart is You're the reason mine is beatin'

Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall Home is where the heart is You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless

They say home is where the heart is But my heart is wild and free So am I homeless Or just heartless?

My weary limbs have grown old I've seen the world through the eyes of a nomad Home is where the heart is I've been told

If home is where the heart is then we're all just fucked I can't remember I can't remember

Never hesitate to give love To those you meet Home is where the heart is And it's such a humble beat

And then we stayed here They say home is where the heart is But what if you don't have one?

No more blues, I'm going back home No, no more blues, I promise no more to roam Home is where the heart is The funny part is my heart's been right there all along

They say home is where the heart is Although I could never find it Now I finally see I was lost in me

Baby boomers (baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby) Cyclical trends, tryna fit in Home is where the heart is Goddammit, I'm comfortable in my skin

Rivers turn to oceans; Oceans tide you home. Home is where the heart is, But your heart had to roam.

No more blues I promise no more to roam Home is where the heart is The funny parties

If home is where the heart is Why do I feel so fucking heartless? The crumbling skyline

never let me catch the school bus If home is where the heart is you better come to me first we’ll cuddle and then we’ll see oh

That the places come and go But the thing is that Home is where the heart is