A house is Not a home

If time is tight, it's right
To stay another night
You know the score
I wouldn't want you sleeping on the floor
Cos' living on your own
Is never any fun
A house is not a home
When you make it what you want to
It's hard to tell if you should
Make the choice by yourself
'Cos on your own you only learn
To like what you know
You recognize the smell
But as far as you can tell
A house becomes hotel
When you make it what you want to
What's the use of going home again
When it's always the same
It's getting late so can you show me what I'm missing
Say what you see, I'll let you be my referee
Send it through the post
The things you like the most
I'm sure I couldn't prove if you make me
What you wanted to
What's the point of moving home again
What's the use of going back again
What's the point of changing face and then
Packing boxes moving home again
When it's always the same



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Brewis, David Brewis
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