Billy Joel - You Picked A Real Bad Time Lyrics
When you look into my eyesAnd you see the crazy gypsy in my soulIt always comes as a surpriseWhen I feel my withered roots begin to growWell, I never had a place that I could call my very ownBut that's alright, my love, 'cause you're my homeWhen you touch my weary headAnd you tell me ev'rything will be alrightYou say, use my body for your bedAnd my love will keep you warm throughout the nightWell I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be aloneWherever we're together, that's my homeHome can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana's early morning tooHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for youIf I travel all my lifeAnd I never get to stop and settle downLong as I have you by my sideThere's a roof above and good walls all aroundYou're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure domeI need you in my house 'cause you're my home