Home From Home

For six weeks I had this job
Cleaning the local hospital
The pay was okay but I didn’t like to swab
So I changed it for a bass guitar
Well, boredom was my companion
Stuck to me like glue
But I broke the bond
To make some dreams come true
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It’s the one and the only place we control
It’s our reality, not just a poem
It’s a place that we call home
For some time I went to school
Tried to learn what’s right and wrong
I didn’t like their schemes, I couldn’t buy their rules
So I went back to where I belong
You’ve gotta love the sound
Of that guitar and the bass
The snare it sounds like gunfire
It’s like a thousand decibel punch in the face
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It’s the one and the only place we control
It’s our reality, not just a poem
It’s a place that we call home
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It’s the one and the only place we control
It’s our reality, not just a poem
It’s a place that we call home
East or West? Well, home is best
Though I sometimes feel like a clown
But I’ve also had the feeling, yes
That I’m unstoppable and that no one can bring me down
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It’s the one and the only place we control
It’s our reality, not just a poem
It’s a place that we call home
Like a street to a hustler, a face to the soul
It’s the one and the only place we control
It’s our reality, not just a poem
It’s a place that we call home
Step right in
Erase what’s on your mind
Step right in
Leave everything behind
Leave it behind
Leave it behind
Leave it behind