Home

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

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