Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home indeed.....shattered, knackered, smashed out, mashed up, blown out, filled in, lost out, mixed up......just time to write something which requires no thinking whatsoever, in this case the lyrics to Home Sweet Home, copyright around 1980, yours truly.....

Feeling slightly off the mark, in the dark,

Looking sideways with a smile, for a while,

It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,

Out of the cold like the morning sun, asking for more.

Feeling slightly kind of blue, what to do,

Looking seedy in a suit, what a fruit,

It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,

Into the warmly moonlit back room, just like before.

Empty places are sometimes crowded, you just can't be alone,

But it gives you lots more incentive, to get back to your home sweet home.

Home is in your head they say, home is in your bed.

Home can be many places, different places instead,

(now improvise).

Feeling easy in a chair, anywhere,

Looking forward to the time, that is mine,

It could have been just anyone, knocking at your door,

Wondering if the day had begun, the night before.

Crowded places are sometimes empty, you just feel all alone,

But it gives you lots more incentive, to get back to your home sweet home.