Where My Heart Resides (song)

If home is where the heart is

Then home is not two stories, and it's not purple and white

If home is where the heart is

Then home is full of sand

It's in the walls, it's in the air, it's in every single bed

And if home is where the heart is

Then I don't live at home

I spend eleven months of the year sleeping in some inn

And I'm feeling pretty homesick

I'm feeling pretty homesick

I'm feeling pretty homesick

And that's just fine

But it's not my house

It's his, it's his

And it's not my house

It's hers, it's hers

And it's not my house

It's theirs, it's theirs

It's still theirs

And everything is different

And yet it's all the same

There's more pictures in the dining room

The wall's a different paint

But I'm drinking tea from the same mugs

I've been drinking from for years

And the strange glasses that I've smashed before

They're probably all from Costco

They're probably all from Costco

They're probably all from Costco

And that's just fine

But it's not my house

It's his, it's his

And it's not my house

It's hers, it's hers

And it's not my house

It's theirs, it's theirs

It's still theirs

And if home is where the heart is

Well that's where their hearts reside

They brought forth a hundred families

With a meeting of the mind

It's where they smiled, it's where they laughed

It's where they fought, it's where they spat

And I bet it's where they sat down to have a little chat

And if home is where the heart is

Well that's where their hearts reside

You can take down all the photographs

You can put it out of mind

But if home is where the heart is

I think we'll have to share

If home is where the heart is

We're gonna have to share

And that's just fine