(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap)

A bed and a chair

An empty box on the stair

A smile in the mirror

As she picks up the phone

A place of her own

She calls me to say

She moved in today

If I'm doing nothing

She's got somewhere to go

A place of her own



And home is more than a pillow on the floor

It's more than four walls and a doorway

It's your space to grow



I drop by at eight

With chinese food in a bag

She says the walls need painting

Then laughs and pulls me close

A place of her own



And home is more than a pillow on the floor

It's more than four walls and a doorway

It's your space to grow



A place of her own