There's a corner of your heart 
for me
There's a corner of your heart 
just for me
I will pack my bags just to stay 
in the corner of your heart
Just to stay in the corner 
of 
your 
heart


by: ingrid michaelson

hearts.

Image by angrytoast via Flickr

Written by Ingrid Michaelson

They say that home is where the heart is

I guess I haven't found my home

And we keep driving round in circles

Afraid to call this place our own.

Are we there yet?

They say there's linings made of silver

Folded inside each raining cloud

Well we need someone to deliver

Our silver lining now

Are we there yet? Are we there yet? 

Are we there yet?

Home, home, home. Home, home, home.

They say you're really not somebody

Until somebody else loves you

Well I am waiting to make somebody somebody

Soon

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

Are we there yet?

Home, home, home. Home, home, home.

Where you will lie on the rug

While I play with the dog

And it won't be too much

'Cuz this is too much

'Cuz this is too much for me to hold

This is too much for me to hold

Home, home, home

And are we there yet? And are we there yet? And are we there yet?

Home, home, home. Home, home, home.