Maybe tomorrow I won't go home maybe she won't even care

At seven she'll throw a kiss towards the door and smile at my empty chair

For there's nothing there for a man to cling to nothing to pull me back home

Only a girl that's a stranger to me breathing on flames that are gone

Home isn't where I hang up my hat every night

And home isn't anything like cold arms holding me tight that's not right

And home isn't some place to go just to feel all alone that's not home

Maybe she might never see me again maybe that's the best way

I'll join myself to some south blowing wind leave her to find her own way

And maybe I'll find home someday