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've been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried-out for you
Now, everyday, I wake, again
In a house that might've been a home
Guess I did what I did
Believing that love is a dangerous thing
Oh, but that couldn't hurt any more than never knowing
Not a night goes-by I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might've been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried-out for you
Now, everyday, I wake, again
In a house that might've been a home, a home
Four walls, a roof, a door, 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, then I guess that's true
Not a night goes-by I don't dream of wandering
Through the home that might've been
I listened to my pride
When my heart cried-out for you
Now, everyday, I wake, again
In a house that might've been a home, a home
