Been around the world so long, it seems that home is where my feet are; and the faces that I sing my songs for never really feel like strangers. So ya say I live a gypsy life and I don't know just what I'm missing, you say how can I be happy baby, without something to hold on to. But when the lights go down I'm home, another town to call my own, even the empty rooms that I play to make me feel completed... cause there's no place I'd rather be, then here with the boys singing songs with me, cause the only time I ever really feel like I'm a stranger, is when I'm home. So the days keep passin by, it's June then it's July and then it's Christmas, and I promise what ya feels the truth, but it's surreal out in the circus. And when I say that I'll be home, I never really know but I ain't lying, cause ya know we're staying lost, might as well just cut your loss and say goodbye now. Cause when the lights go down I'm home, another town, to call my own, even the faces in the 5th row really feel like family, cause there's no place I'd rather be, than here with my boys, singing songs with me, cause the only time I ever really feel like I'm a stranger..
