th fret INTRO: When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow. Well I never had a place that I could call my very own But that's alright, my love, 'cause you're my home. When you touch my weary head And you tell me everything will be alright You say, "Use my body for your bed. And my love will keep you warm throughout the night." Well I never be a stranger and I'll never be alone Wherever we're together, that's my home. Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike, Indiana's early morning dew, oh! High up in the hills of California, Home is just another word for you. <> Well I never had a place that I could call my very own. But that's alright, my love, 'cause you're my home. And if I travel all my life And I never get to stop and settle down Long as I have you by my side, oh There's room for love and good wars(?) all around. You're my castle, you're my cabin, and my instant pleasure dome. I need you in my house, 'cause you're my home. You're my ho - me.