Words & Music: Phil Marshall
Band: Lalaland
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There’s No Place Like Home
© 2008 Phil Marshall
There’s no place on earth I’d rather be
Then in this cave I like to call my home
I’ll pretend I am Neanderthal
I’ll cook with fire what I kill with bone
There’s no place I know of in my heart
Where all my dreams aren’t governed by the fear
That someday somehow all of this will end
And everything I know will disappear
Everything I know will disappear
There’s no place like home
No place like home
No place like home
Anymore
There’s no place I’m welcome anymore
I’ve been thrown out of every bar in town
No one seems to recognize my face
I’ve had to beg for everything I own
I had a bowl of soup down at Christ Church
Tonight it’s back under the street for me
I’ll start a fire and hold my bone up high
I will hold it high enough for God to see
I will hold it high enough for Him to see:
There’s no place like home
No place like home
No place like home
Anymore
There’s no place like home
No place like home
No place like home
Anymore
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