Don‘t feel like home
Ease a little out
And all these words alone is nothing like your poem
Putting in and putting in
Don‘t feel like methadone
A scratching voice all alone is nothing like your baritone
It‘s nothing as it seems
The little that he needs
It‘s home
The little that he sees
Is nothing he concedes
It‘s home
One uninvited chromosome
A blanket like the ozone
It‘s nothing as it seems
All that he needs
It‘s home
The little that he frees is nothing he believes
Saving up a sunny day
Something maybe two tone
Anything of his own
A chip off the corner stone
Who‘s kidding?
Rainy day
A one way ticket headstone
Occupations overthrown
Whisper through a megaphone
It‘s nothing as it seems
The little that he needs
It‘s home
The little that he sees is nothing he conceives
It‘s home
And all that he frees
A little bittersweet
It‘s home
It‘s nothing as it seems
The little that you see it‘s home.