He knew how to reach me deep inside
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And he found a part of me I could not hide
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And we'd walk and talk and touch tenderly
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Then he'd lay me down and make love to me
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We built a love so strong and couldn't break
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There was not a road we were afraid to take
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And we'd kiss all the way from Arkansas to Rome
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'Cause in each other's arms we were home sweet home
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But he don't feel the same
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Since our lives became
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Years of bills, babies and chains
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Home ain't where his heart is anymore
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He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door
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But he don't lay his head down to love me like before
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Home ain't where his heart is anymore
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If foundations made of stone can turn to dust
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Then the hardest hearts of steel can turn to rust
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If he could only find that feeling once again
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If we could only change the way the story ends
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And he may still come home
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But I live here alone
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The love that built these walls is gone
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Home ain't where his heart is anymore
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He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door
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But he don't lay his head down to love me like before
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He don't lay his head down to love me like before
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Home ain't where his heart is anymore
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No, home ain't where his heart is
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Home Ain't Where His Heart Is (Anymore)
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| Shania Twain |
