Ain't My Home

I been to Paris, I been to Rome

Seen a little bit of the world that's known

But it seems no matter where I go

I know this world, it ain't my home

I got keys to a house that's on loan

I got keys to a car with rust and chrome

I got keys to things I'll never own

'Cause I know this world, it ain't my home

And you take me so very close

But I can't cut down this thought that grows

That no matter where I rest or roam

I know this world, it ain't my home

Sometimes it seems a far-off dream

Just inside, but out of reach

I don't know where to go, but I just keep going

'Cause I know this world, it ain't my home

And you take me so very close

But I can't cut down this thought that grows

That no matter where I rest or roam

I know this world, it ain't my home

Maybe I could try to fall in love again

Find a little house with a picket fence

But you know, you know that I, I'm a travellin' man

To a distant country in a far-off land.

And when my time is used and done

When I see that final settin' sun

I'll leave everything I've ever known

And that house above, it will be my home.