Ain’t My Home

I've been to Paris, I've been to Rome I've seen a little bit of the world that's known But it seems no matter where I go I know this world it ain't my home I've got keys to a house that's on loan I've got keys to a car with rust and Chrome I've got keys to things I'll never own Cause I know this world it ain't my home And You take me so very close But I can't cut down this thought that grows That no matter where I rest or roam I know this world it ain't my home Sometimes it seems a far off dream Just in sight but out of reach I don't know where to go but I just keep goin' Cause I know this world it ain't my home And I used to treasure jewels like years Til this ancient world has met my years Now rubie's just another stone Cause I know this world it ain't my home And you take me..... Baby, I could try to fall in love again Find a little house with a picket fence But you know, you know that I am traveling man To a distant country, in a far off land And when my time is used and done When I see that final setting sun Ill leave everything I've ever known And that house above it will be my home