Everybody needs to be needed
Everyone needs the pleace they can call their own
For me it's been so long...too long
I think I grew up in New York City
But that could be coz it looks like berming town
So many peaple around
I've been treveling throgh London an' Paris
Swiching trains, seein' plans as moving alone
So what's wrong?

Where is my home I can remember
Where is my home its lay December or while
What a funny life
Where is my home I have no nomber
Where is my home I have no answer or while
This is a funny life
Where is my home?

I'm nice guy, polite and good smelling
Playing piano with the spreading the music around
I have a real nice sound...oh yehh
Lost myself between Rome and Moscow
Can't seem to find those old [bad word] to gently home
May be I antheming  wrong