Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't My Home, artist - Marc Scibilia. Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Song language: English
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 |