I've forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat It's the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet Feels like home, home
When the cold shakes my bones It's the rug that warms my soul It's the textile to the skin And the sensation alone feels like home, home
So if you ever come 'round to my house Take your shoes off at the door 'Cause it's impolite not to; you'll be damaging my floor 'Cause it's my home
When you're down and you're alone It's the train that brings you home And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door It's so sweet, sweet
Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away Makes me sad that others can't have it the same way Oh, home, home
In the forest it's unlikely that you'll find a home so tidy Compared to what it's like living like a city type Why, it's no home
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Daniel Francis Croll (Daniel Croll) (KNR-I), Ladysmith Black MambazoPublicado em 2014ECAD verificado fonograma #13286536 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM