You're My Home - Live at the Bayou, Washington, D.C. - July 1980

When you look into my eyes
 And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
 It always comes as a surprise
 When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
 Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
 But that's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
 When you touch my weary head
 And you tell me everything will be all right
 You say, "Use my body for your bed"
 "And my love will keep you warm throughout the night"
 Well, I'll never be a stranger and I'll never be alone
 Whenever we're together, that's my home
 Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
 Indiana's early morning dew
 Or high up in the hills of California
 Home is just another word for you, oh-woah
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 Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
 That's all right, my love, 'cause you're my home
 If I travel all my life
 And I never get to stop and settle down
 Long as I have you by my side, oh
 There's a roof above and good walls all around
 You're my castle, you're my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
 I need you in my house 'cause you're my home
 You're my home