My Home is Not a House

My home is not a house
 I'm surrounded by no walls
 But I'm as quiet as a mouse
 You'll never know I'm here at all
 It seems I'm always disappearing
 With my world thrown in a case
 But do you know just how endearing
 I find your little place?
 I constantly remind myself one thing
 This is where I always said I'd be
 ? of insincerity
 And spend my fifteen minutes here with me
 Oh I really get around
 Oh I really get around
 I'll take a silver plated jet plane
 Yeah, and run it in the grounds
 Take the scissor to the strings
 That gather human beings
 And take you on that holiday
 You dream about
 I've got a secret
 I can tell you
 All about my secret
 But I think I'd better show you
 Constantly remind myself one thing
 This is where I always swore I'd be (right here)
 I'll drain your lake and leave those fish to doubt
 Everything they knew before the drought
 Oh, but I really get around
 Did I mention that I really get around
 I'll spend some time in Turkey
 Just tryin' to get the hang of things
 Oh and I could be a rich man
 But what a bitch man
 And then I'll have mentioned things which just come naturally
 (Oh I've got a secret... I've got a secret
 I can tell you
 All about my secret
 But I think I'd better show you