You’re My Home

You’re My Home

By Billy(ˈbilē) Joel(jō(ə)l)

When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy(ˈjipsē) in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered(ˈwiT͟Hərd) roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place
That I could call my very own
That’s all right my love
Cause you’re my home
When you touch my weary(ˈwirē) head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say “Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you
Warm throughout the night”
Well I’ll(īl) never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
Whenever we’re together
That’s my home
Home can be the Pennsylvania(ˌpensəlˈvānyə) Turnpike(ˈtərnˌpīk)
Indiana’s(ˌindēˈanə) early morning dew(d(y)o͞o)
High up in the hills(hil) of California
Home is just another word for you
Well I never had a place
That I could call my very own
That’s all right my love
‘Cause you’re my home
If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle(ˈsedl) down

Long as I have you by my side
There’s a roof above and good walls all around
You’re my castle(ˈkasəl) you’re my cabin(ˈkabən)
And my instant pleasure(ˈpleZHər) dome(dōm)
I need you in my house
‘Cause you’re my home
You’re my home

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