They say that home is where the heart is.

I guess I (C5)have n’t found my home.

And we keep driv ing ’round in (C5)cir cles,

a fraid to call this place our own.

And are we there yet?

They say there’s (C5)lin ings made of (C5)sil ver

fold ed in (C5)side each rain ing cloud.

Well, we need some one to de liv er

our sil ver lin ing now.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And (C5)are we there (C5)yet?

Home, (C5)home, home.

Home, (C5)home, home.

(C5)Mm.

They say you’re (C5)real ly not some bod y

un til some (C5)bod y else loves you.

Well, I am (C5)wait ing to make (C5)some bod y (C5)some bod y soon.

(C5)Mm.

home, where (C5)you

lie on the rug

while (C5)I

play with the dog.

And it won’t

be too much

’cause this

is too much,

’cause this

is too (C5)much for me to hold.

This is

too (C5)much for me to hold.

Oh.

Ooh.

Home, (C5)home, home.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And (C5)are we there (C5)yet?

Home, (C5)home, home.

Home, (C5)home, home.

Home.

And are we there yet?

And are we there yet?

And are we there?