Ain't My Home

I been to Paris, I been to Rome
Seen a little bit of the world thats known
But it seems no matter where I go
I know this world, it aint my home
I got keys to a house thats on loan
I got keys to a car with rust and chrome
I got keys to things Ill never own
Cause I know this world, it aint my home
And you take me so very close
But I cant cut down this thought that grows
That no matter where I rest or roam
I know this world, it aint my home
Sometimes it seems a far-off dream
Just inside, but out of reach
I dont know where to go, but I just keep going
Cause I know this world, it aint my home
And you take me so very close
But I cant cut down this thought that grows
That no matter where I rest or roam
I know this world, it aint my home
Maybe I could try to fall in love again
Find a little house with a picket fence
But you know, you know that I, Im a travellin man
To a distant country in a far-off land.
And when my time is used and done
When I see that final settin sun
Ill leave everything Ive ever known
And that house above, it will be my home.