My Home

This is a hole, this is s hole in the ground
This is the kind of place you go
When you don't want to be found
We call it a ghetto, they call it a slum
Well this is where we squeeze romance
Like blood from a stone

I took you by the hand
And led you through the land
Along the highway, freeway, autopiste and the autobahn
And we watched the sun go down
Over the dirty side of town
And held each other tight
In that beautiful light

You may say this is no place to live
But it's all that there is
And it's my home
No time to stop
Cos you were just driving through
It means nothing to you
But it's my home

This is a hole
This is a hole in the wall
A place to crawl to
When you've had enough of it all
Call it a ghetto
Call it a slum
But this is where we go to
When our days are done

You may say this is no place to live
But it's all that there is
And it's my home
No time to stop
Cos you were just passing through
It means nothing to you
But it's my home