Temporary Home - The Country Dance Kings

Little boy, six years old

A little too used to being alone

Another new mom and dad

Another school, another house that will never be home

When people ask him how he likes this place

He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong

Windows and rooms that I’m passing through

This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going

I’m not afraid because I know

This is my temporary home

Young mom, on her own

She needs a little help, got nowhere to go

She’s looking for a job, looking for a way out

'Cause a halfway house will never be a home

At night she whispers to her baby girl

«Someday we’ll find our place here in this world»

This is our temporary home, it’s not where we belong

Windows and rooms that we’re passing through

This is just a stop on the way to where we’re going

I’m not afraid because I know

This is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed

The room is filled with people he loves

And he whispers

«Don't cry for me, I’ll see you all someday»

He looks up and says

«I can see God’s face»

This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong

Windows and rooms that I’m passing through

This was just a stop on the way to where I’m going

I’m not afraid because I know

This was my temporary home

This is our temporary home