Home is where I want to be
Home is what you are to me
You and me beneath the maple tree
Cause home is where I want to be
Boy, you make me feel so right
I dream about you almost every night
My love is strong, so I hold on tight
So home is what I want all night
Home is where I want to be
Home is what you are to me
You and me beneath the maple tree
Cause home is where I want to be
You hold me like you'll never leave
Our love is made for a movie screen
You and me drinking sweet iced tea
Underneath the maple tree
Home is where I want to be
Home is what you are to me
You and me beneath the maple tree
Cause home is where I want to be
I'm all alone in this home
Nature a glorified stone
We watch as it rains and it storms
We pray that the sunrise performs
While watching as it transforms
The whole city taken, absorbed
All alone in a fight that we have to restore
Everything that we built, turned out to be destroyed
How could it be my fault, if I was never informed
I could write you a song but it be another track with a voice
Using prayer hands and social reforms to clear up the noise
Home isn't what an environment was, it is where your heart is
My hearts been where an island has, broken into pieces
Every time I thought of home my heart rate increases
Sometimes I had to get away like if they tried to give me a subpoena
Pops started to teach us young like King Richard and Serena
Mind state defeats demeanor
Collected drops went to the cleaners
Pops red blazer was the closest thing we had to a Beamer
Make A Wish trips was the only way we touched an airplane hangar
I see the way you treat your woman, did your momma not teach you no manners
How she suppose to commit to marriage when we can't commit to being a father
I would terminate anyone who touches my Sarah O'Connor
It seems the more I love you, the more it gets harder
I'm all alone in this home
Nature a glorified stone
We watch as it rains and it storms
We pray that the sunrise performs
While watching as it transforms
The whole city taken, absorbed
All alone in a fight that we have to restore
Everything that we built, turned out to be destroyed
How could it be my fault, if I was never informed
I could write you a song but it be another track with a voice
Using prayer hands and social reforms to clear up the noise