Home is where the heart is,
my heart's on home,
though I never really had one to call my own.
Now I've been given a key,
by the Carpenter of Galliee,
with interests paid the title's made to me.
Home... where there is no night,
Home... where the Son is the Light.
The place I've been dreaming of so long.
Loved ones there to welcome me,
but His sweet face will be the first I see.
When my journey's over, I am going home.
of going home it seems,
lately I'm no exception to the rule.
But home is so much more
than windows, walls, and doors.
It's the warm embrace
where a smiling face is waiting you.
Repeat chorus (2x)