I need a place to call home
I need a place to call my own
I better read between the lines
In case i need it when i'm old
Another drink of bordeau wine
It's good for boredom
I've been told
Another gla** a fine cigar
Another trip to another bar
She told me man i can't be sold
I told her keep your heart of gold
In case you need it when you're old
I've been a fool i've been abused
I've been constantly misused
I've been a stranger to myself
Playing the part of someone else
I'm not ready for the wind
I'm not ready for the rain
It's not easy filling in
I need a place to call home
I used to find it in the shows
In every whisper every roar
It sounds pathetic but i swear
I used to find it everywhere
I should have read between the lines
I used to see it now i'm old
Another gla** of bordeaux wine
It's good for boredom
I've been told
I'm not ready for the wind
I'm not ready for the rain
It's not easy filling in
I need a place to call home