C
Little boy, 6 years old
G Am
A little too used to bein' alone.
C G
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Am
Another house that'll never be home.
Am G D
When people ask him how he likes this place...
Am G D
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,
C
This is my temporary home
G
It's not where I belong.
Am G F
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
C G
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
Am G F G
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
C
Temporary Home.
C
Young mom on her own.
G Am
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
C G
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Am
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
Am G D
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
Am G Am
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."
(fill in with what ever sounds right)
C
This is our temporary home.
G
It's not where we belong.
Am G F
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
C G
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
Am G F G
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
C
Temporary Home.
C
Old man, hospital bed,
G F
The room is filled with people he loves.
Am
And he whispers don't cry for me,
G F
I'll see you all someday.
Am G F
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."
C
This is my temporary Home
G
It's not where I belong.
Am G F
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
C G
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
Am G F
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
G C
My temporary home.
