When my son cried, the tears could kill a man
I have returned, I've learnt and I understand
And I recall, that you were younger then
You met your match, and so you married him
It's not like home, it's not like home
It's not like home
Now that I'm here, I feel you everywhere
I talked to walls, you start your climbing chair
And I recall, you didn't pray for much
Now baby's crying, and I'm afraid to touch
It's not like home, it's not like home
It's not like home
Where everything we seek and failed to touch
Don't ask me why it hurts that much
Now Daddy's gone, there's just an empty space
Who sits around, and clutters up the place
It's not like home, it's not like home
It's not like home
Where everything we seek and failed to touch
Don't ask me why it still hurts that much
Home, home, home, home, home |
Mark Geary:
