Glen Campbell

That's Not Home
Maybe tomorrow I won't go home maybe she won't even careAt seven she'll throw a kiss towards the door and smile at my empty chairFor there's nothing there for a man to cling to nothing to pull me back homeOnly a girl that's a stranger to me breathing on flames that are goneHome isn't where I hang up my hat every nightAnd home isn't anything like cold arms holding me tight that's not rightAnd home isn't some place to go just to feel all alone that's not homeMaybe she might never see me again maybe that's the best wayI'll join myself to some south blowing wind leave her to find her own wayAnd maybe I'll find home someday Aus Songtexte Mania