Down on your luck,Beggin' for a meal,Nobody helping' ya,They don't see the appeal.
Wayfaring drifter,Won't you sing me the blues,go on paint me a picture,Yeah tell me the news.
Home is where the heart is,Your bed wherever you lay,Spread a little sunshine,Come what may.
No one to trust,Oh so cold and alone,Always a boom or a bust,Now all your chances are blown.
Holding' out hope,That you will redeem,Manifest a thousand ways of,Livin' the dream.
Driving big fast cars,Heavy on the wheel,Blast off and out of here,Ah how good would that feel.
Ain't no mistaken',What I came here to say,Ain't no vows that i'm breakin',Yeah come what may.
Home is where the heart is,Yeah that's what they say,You must be a fighter,Come what may.Home is where the heart is,Your bed wherever you lay,Spread a little sunshine,
Oh come what may.