Lyrics Ain't My Home - Marc Scibilia

Ain't My Home

I’ve been to Paris, I’ve been to Rome
Seen a little bit of the world that’s known
But it seems no matter where I go
I know this world, it ain’t my home
I’ve got keys to a house that’s on loan
And keys to a car with rust and chrome
I’ve got keys to things I’ll never own
'Cause I know this world, it ain’t my home
And you take me so very close
But I can’t get rid of this thought that grows
No matter where I rest or roam
Know this world, it ain’t my home
Sometimes it seems a far off dream
Just in sight but out of reach
Don’t know where to go but I just keep goin'
'Cause I know this world, it ain’t my home
And you take me so very close
But I can’t cut out this thought that grows
No matter where I rest or roam
Know this world, it ain’t my home
Baby, I could try to fall in love again
Find a little house with a picket fence
But you know that I’m just a traveling man
To that distant country in that far off land
Oh, and when my time is used and done
I will see that final setting sun
I’ll leave everything I’ve ever known
And that house above will be my home