Home Versus Home
It’s the only place for you, Mom, there’s no meals to prepare
They’ll help you with your bath and clothes and even comb your hair
You’ll still have your privacy and your own things in your room
You’ll have to share with someone else, but that will keep away the gloom
We’ll try to visit every day to keep away the blues
If we can’t I can always phone and leave a word for you
Since we’ve started our own business, our time is not our own
And mom I know you’d like it if you’d try a nursing home
Now how do I tell my daughter, that I don’t intend to go
I don’t want to be a burden, but the nursing homes I know
To me, don’t really seem like such happy carefree places
People wandering around with lost looks on their faces
I’ve seen some people tied in bed and some were tied in chairs
I wonder what would happen if a fire broke out in there
Actually I’m used to living in a house I’ve long called home
I’m used to my own rocker and having my own phone
I don’t need someone to tell me when it’s time to come and eat
Or when to bathe and comb my hair and keep my room neat
I know you mean well, Darlin’, with your thoughts of a home for me
But my home has always been right here and it’s here I’m going to be
Darlin, they look like prisons with the faces round the side
The locked doors in the evenings and the people tied inside
They’re just not my idea of what a happy home should be
Home is where the heart is and mine is wild and free
