People put pictures of places in frames
I remember someone's face but then I forget their names
I have a book for writing down who I meet and where I'm going to
But my home is nowhere without you
There is nowhere like the ocean to breathe
And the world is wonderful as it is Now
I might try to settle down on some beach in Malibu
But my home is nowhere without you
But my home is nowhere without you...
I met the natives and they shook my hand
In a warehouse in Providence, Rhode Island
They said they had a room for me there with an incredible view
But my home is nowhere without you
There are houses full of dogs and full of bugs
In a city full of gods and full of thugs
I wandered there down the streets and up on first avenue
But my home is nowhere without you
But my home is nowhere without you.... (Video - aquí)
