you’re my home

john petitt ©1987

i sit here skippin’ stones

i watch them float

i watch them glide

and then they’re gone

i know what i know

when the cold wind whips our way

it’s time to go

and she says hold me baby

everything is coming our way

baby baby home is anywhere we stay

talk is never ending

when i think we’re breaking down

somehow we’re mending

all the fences that were torn

look out the window to see a yard of our own

and she says hold me baby

everything is coming our way

baby baby home is anywhere we stay

i can’t go on

spending all my time

we’ll get by every minute by minute

you’re my home and that’s no lie

no matter how or where or when

you’re all i need