(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap) A bed and a chair An empty box on the stair A smile in the mirror As she picks up the phone A place of her own She calls me to say She moved in today If I'm doing nothing She's got somewhere to go A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor It's more than four walls and a doorway It's your space to grow
I drop by at eight With chinese food in a bag She says the walls need painting Then laughs and pulls me close A place of her own
And home is more than a pillow on the floor It's more than four walls and a doorway It's your space to grow
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