Home

That night the walls were speaking
The pipes inside them creaking
Told a secret that was rising in the hall
And you lay beside me sleeping
With the dreams that you were keeping
The smoke was in the stairwell outside the wall

We had moved in just November
The first night, remember
We lit a candle, laid a mattress on the floor
And we toasted to our savings
To adulthood, to behaving, to this house with drafty windows, creaking doors

Home... is the woman 'cross the table
Home... is dreaming in my sheets
Home... home...
This house is just an address, you're my home

So we stood like statues staring
The sirens came in blaring
The Johnson's brought us coffee for the cold
And somewhere I heard some singing
It was my radio alarm clock ringing
With a wake-up call singing to my soul

I can't believe I'm thanking Jesus
As I watch my roof come down
But I can put back all the pieces
As long as you're around

Home... sits across the table
Home... is dreaming in my sheets
Home... home...
This house is just an address, you lift me from all sadness
This house is just an address, you're my home
You are my home
You're my home, you're my home, you are my home