Home Is Where The Heart Is

On the corner there's this nice man

His name is Mark, He's always smiling

He's got this mom who comes on

Wednesdays In the evening with soup so steaming

He shares his house with his friend Martin

They're not brothers, they're not cousins

My little girl wonders all about these men

I take hold of her hand, and I begin

Home is where the heart is

No matter how the heart lives Inside your heart where love is

That's where you've got to make yourse

Lf At home Across the yard live

Deb and Tricia

With their tools and ladders

And their room addition

My kid yells over,

\"Are ya having a baby?\"

They wink and smile, they say,

\"Someday maybe.\"

But through their doors go kids and mommies

Funny how you don't see the daddies go in

My little girl wonders '

Bout this house with no men,

I take hold of her hand

And I begin

'Round the corner, here comes

Martin He's alone now, he tries smiling

He roams around his well stocked kitchen

He knows that fate will soon be coming

My little girl wonders where he will live

I take hold of her hand and I begin

Martin sits and waits with his windows open

His house is empty, his heart is broken

We bring him toys and watercolors

He loves to hear my little baby's stories

She's the gift I share

She's his companion

She's the string on the kite

She guides him into the wind

My little girl wonders who will care for him

We take hold of his hand and we begin