A House Is Not a Motel

At my house I have got no shackles
 You can come and see if you want to
 In the walls youll see the mantles
 Where the light shines dim all around you
 And the streets are paved with gold and if
 Someone asks you, you can call my name
 You're just a thought that someone
 Somewhere, somehow feels you should be here
 And it's so for real to see you
 To smell, to touch, to know where you are here
 And the streets are paved with gold and if
 Someone asks you, you can call my name
 You can call my name
 I hear you calling my name!
 By the time that I'm through singing
 The bells from the schools of walls will be ringing
 More confusions, blood transfusions
 The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
 And the waters turned to blood, and if
 You don't think so
 Go turn on your tub
 And it's mixed with mud
 Youll see it turn to gray
 And you can call my name
 I hear you calling my name