Don't feel like home 
Ease a little out 
And all these words alone is nothing like a poem 
Putting in, inputting in 
Don't feel like methadone 
A scratching voice all alone is nothing like your baritone 

It's nothing as it seems 
All that he needs is home 
The little that he sees 
Is nothing he concedes 
It's home 

One uninvited chromosome 
A blanket like the ozone 

It's nothing as it seems 
All that he needs is home 
The little that he frees is nothing he believes 

Saving up a sunny day 
Something maybe two tone 
Anything of his own 
A chip off the corner stone 
Who's kidding? 
Rainy day 
A one way ticket headstone 
An occupation overthrown 
From a whisper through a megaphone 

It's nothing as it seems 
All that he needs is home 
And all that he sees is nothing he conceives 
But it's home 

And all that he frees 
A little bittersweet is home 
It's nothing as it seems 
The little that you see is home