Home de K's Choice

I was born in a cradle of love
I had two brothers who beat me up
When I was seven years old I had a friend named Tom
And when we were together
I did'nt want to go home, home

When I was fifteen, I was very confused
I made a bad habit out of breaking the rules
The kitchen window was my door to the night
And when I got caught
They made me stay home, home

I was twenty years old when I met you
And as soon as I saw you
I knew what I had to do
I still remember the way you looked
And how I wanted to tell you
I want to take you home, home

I'm twenty-six and I still love you
And as far as the world goes I still don't have a clue
What it's for or what it's about
But until I find out
I just call it home, home