The keeper of keys sits by the water
Smelling the breeze off the estuary
The river keeps flowing fresh and wide
Under the glowing sky and into the sea
The keeper of keys knows
That home is where the heart goes
The keeper of keys aint got no home
Sees the countries and blesses the trees
The keeper don't mind being alone
Wipes down the counter and goes to sleep
The keeper of keys knows
That home is where the heart goes
Home is where the heart goes
It could be where the birds drift home up a salty river
It could be where the raptors sail on the thermal highs
It could be a room where no one knows your history
It could be a space where you crawl in to hide
It could be where the sorrel springs like flames from the green green grass
It could be where the birds and bees are the only sound
It could be where the rolling hills are topped with three leaf turbines
It could be where the city lights shine out all the stars around
But when your soul sings the home song you hear its cry
And when those loving arms open you crawl inside
It could be where the birds drift home up a salty river
It could be where the raptors sail on the thermal highs
It could be a room where no one knows your history
It could be a space where you crawl in to hide
It could be where the sorrel springs like flames from the green green grass
It could be where the birds and bees are the only sound
It could be where the rolling hills are topped with three leaf turbines
It could be where the city lights shine out all the stars around
But when your soul sings the home song you hear its cry
And when those loving arms open you crawl inside