Like Home (a song)
Searching for gold in a swamp
It didn’t occur to me I might be wrong
And sometimes a king is a tramp
And when I first met you I wasn’t impressed
My worries had kept me obsessed
But as Grace would have it you weren’t the least
You cut down the thorns and you fought off the beast
You faced all my fears on your own
And now I call you my home
I lost count of all the nights I would weep
Restless till the break of dawn
Safe in your arms since, I haven’t lost sleep
The tears dried when you came along
And when I first met you I’d given up hope
Convinced that love was just a joke
But as Grace would have it you weren’t the least
You cut down the thorns and you fought off the beast
You faced all my ghosts on your own
And now I call you my home
A stór there’s no place like home