Temporary Home

Little boy, six years old
A little to used to been alone
Another new mom and dad,
Another school, another house that'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place,
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face
This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms, that am passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where am going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home
Young mom, on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out
There's a halfway house from every home
At night, she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world"
This is our temporary home,
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms, that we're passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know,
This is our temporary home
Home...
Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
He whispers, "don't cry for me, I'll see you all some day"
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face"
This is my temporary home
It's not where I belong
Windows and rooms, that we're passing through
And this was just a stop, on the way to where we're going
Am not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home
Oooh...
This is our temporary home
Oooh...