Maybe tomorrow I won't go home maybe she won't even care
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At seven she'll throw a kiss towards the door and smile at my empty chair
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For there's nothing there for a man to cling to nothing to pull me back home
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Only a girl that's a stranger to me breathing on flames that are gone
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Home isn't where I hang up my hat every night
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And home isn't anything like cold arms holding me tight that's not right
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And home isn't some place to go just to feel all alone that's not home
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Maybe she might never see me again maybe that's the best way
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I'll join myself to some south blowing wind leave her to find her own way
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And maybe I'll find home someday
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That's Not Home
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| Glen Campbell |
