My house has fleeted, I'm sixteen years old
Surprised to know that it doesn't feel cold
Home is your dad saying "DON'T LET THE DOG OUT"
As I walk through the door in an instant
Home is the feeling of calling a friend
And not even sensing the distance
Home is the the sound of dog tag clicking
On our floors and rugs
Home is the sound of convincing our parents
That we're not on drugs
Home is worn socks against Nate's shag carpet
Observing "Podee! Gone Crazy!"
Home's sleeping in and waking up late
Gail is calling us calling us lazy
Home is more than what meets the eye
It's a one minute walk
It's a half hour drive