That's Not Home

(Billy Graham)



Maybe tomorrow I won't come home

Maybe you won't even care

At seven you'll throw a kiss toward the door

And smile at my empty chair.



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

Nothing to keep me at home

Only a girl that's a stranger to me

Breathing on flames that're 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 you might never see me again

Maybe that's the best way

I'll join myself to some south blowing wind

Leave here and find my own way.



And maybe I'll find home someday...