A bit too warm with a gentle breeze,
Where I can become what none may see,
A place that I call home.
The light is dim, but it�s barely enough
To make out the face of the one I love.
Remembering times that now I dream of,
In a place that I call home.
The music plays on until time itself ends
And I�ll stay here, away from my friends
No one to make fun of me, I don�t have to pretend
I�ll be myself, in a place called home.
I�ll have no chances to say dumb things to you
And screw things up like I always do
All I need is something soft to hold on to
And think of you
I long for you, in a place called home
