When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It [bad word] as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's all right my love, 'cause ["because"] you're my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be alright
You say, "Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
Well, I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
Wherever we're together, that's my home

Home could be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you

Well, I never had a place that I could call my very own
But that's all right my love, 'cause ["because"] you're my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get stop and settle down
[As] Long as I have you by my side, oh
There's a roof above and good walls all around
You're my castle, you're my cabin, and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house, 'cause ["because"] you're my home
You're my home