A Home
I mistook the warnings for wisdom
From so-called friends quick to advise
Though your touch was telling me otherwise
Somehow I saw you as a weakness
I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young I was scared
I was wrong
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride, when my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home
Guess I did
What I did believing
That love is a dangerous thing
Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore
Than never knowing
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home
A home
Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows
Just a place to run when my workin' day is through
They say home is where the heart is
If the exception proves the rule, I guess that's true
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home, a home
From so-called friends quick to advise
Though your touch was telling me otherwise
Somehow I saw you as a weakness
I thought I had to be strong
Oh but I was just young I was scared
I was wrong
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride, when my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home
Guess I did
What I did believing
That love is a dangerous thing
Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore
Than never knowing
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home
A home
Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows
Just a place to run when my workin' day is through
They say home is where the heart is
If the exception proves the rule, I guess that's true
Not a night goes by
I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might have been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried out for you
Now everyday I wake again
In a house that might've been
A home, a home
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Writer(s): Sheryl Crow
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