Many Places 2 Call Home

Oh well your smell is forever sort of near the tip-top of my spine
 I'll be not forever yours if you be not forever mine
 When we hold hands under starlight tomorrows the last thing on my mind
 When we kiss goodnight well I think I'll sleep just fine
 There are many places to call home
 This van, your arms, or anywhere I find to be alone
 People are like vines and not like stone
 Were surprised to look back and see how much we've grown
 Well by now we have learned better than to try and hold our tongues
 Because if we are too careful, the best songs are left unsung
 We push words of past and passion through our tiny soot filled lungs
 Four track tape machines, oh it's only just begun
 There are many places to call home
 The night sky is a good one because it's there where ever you may roam
 Orion is just as bright as it was on our bike ride 6 nights ago
 Buildings are furniture and are great because of a potential zone
 Last nights conversation, now it's very plain to see
 The way that I miss him is the way that he misses me
 And it does make me feel better to know we both agree
 The best way to love someone is to set them free
 There are many places to call home
 Cliche words on the lips of every lover when they find they've been left alone
 Journals of our past and of the places and people we've known
 The pallets to paint our futures to make them our own