Home is something that you carry in your head
it lives within the heart forever
and so I know, no matter where I go in life
I’m always going home.

The chimney smoke, that spirals in the air
the smell of life when someone’s waiting there
I carry ‘home’ with me everywhere
and I’m forever heading homeward.

Memories fall like pages from a book
they cloud my eyes everywhere I look
as long as life is mine for me to own
I’m always going home.

Home is something that you carry in your head
it lives within the heart forever
and so I know, no matter where I go in life
I’m always going home.

Believe in life, believe in life and home
believe in love, believe in the unknown
and I believe, no matter where I go
that I am always heading homeward.

The summer winds, the winter’s bitter cold
the autumn chill, when there’s no one to hold
can make a man feel lonely and alone
and so I’m going home.

Home is something that you carry in your head
it lives within the heart forever
and so I know, no matter where I go in life
I’m always going home.

And so I know, no matter where I go
I’m always going home.