That's Not Home

(Billy Graham)



Maybe tomorrow I won't go home

Maybe she won't even care

At seven she'll throw a kiss towards the door

And smile at my empty chair.



For there's nothing there for a man to cling to

Nothing to pull me back home

Only a girl that's a stranger to me

Breathing on flames that are gone.



Home isn't where I hang up my hat

Every night

And home isn't anything like cold arms holding me tight

That's not right.

And home isn't some place to go just to feel all alone

That's not home.



Maybe she might never see me again

Maybe that's the best way

I'll join myself to some south blowing wind leave her to find her own way

And maybe I'll find home someday...