A place to call home is where you rest your feet,

Happy is the word, somewhere that gives you peace.

Time to move on when in fact the feeling has gone,

Home is not a magical place except for in the mind.

So where is this place so special that we can call home,

Time to roam, time to move on and find again where I belong.

It never seems to stop, this journey to locate that special spot,

Time for us to move on and find out where we really belong.

Keith Garrett