I mistook the warnings for wisdom
from so called friends quick to advise
though your touch was telling me otherwise
somehow i saw you as a weakness
i thought i had to be strong
oh but i was just young
i was scared i was wrong
not a night goes by i don't dream of wandering
through the home that might have been
and i listened to my pride
when my heart cried out for you
now everyday i wake again, in a house that might have been
a home
a home
guess i did what i did believing
that love is a dangerous thing
oh but that couldn't hurt anymore than that
not a night goes by i don't dream of wandering
through the home that might have been
and i listened to my pride
when my heart cried out for you
now everyday i wake again in a house that might have been
a home
a home
four walls, a roof, and some windows
just a place to run when my working day is through
they say home is where the heart is
if the exception proves the rule i guess that's true
not a night goes by i don't dream of wandering
through the home that might have been
and i listened to my pride
when my heart cried out for you
now everyday i wake again in a house that might have been
a home
a home