Everybody's Got a Home But Me

Scooted out of Frisco over Route 101 Got a hitch as far as San Jose Rode aboard a Greyhound till I ran outta dough Bid the bus goodbye at Monterey But I seen a lot of things along the way And I did a lot of thinkin' on the way I rode by a house With the windows lighted up Lookin' pretty as a Christmas tree And I said to myself As I rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me I rode by a house Where the moon was on the porch And the girl was on her fella's knee And I said to myself As I rode by myself Everybody's got a home but me I am free and I'm happy To be free (To be free) (To be free) To be free in the way I wanna be (Wanna be) (Wanna be) But once in a while When I'm talkin' to myself And there's no one there to disagree I look up and I cry To a big empty sky Won't there ever be A home for me somewhere Everybody's got a home but me --- Everybody's Got a Home But Me - Eddie Fisher