Piece Of Home - Brinsley Schwarz

Saints preserve a place to go

But who’s got room enough to choose?

Mine is by a big old throne

So I don’t have much to lose

But I can’t see nowhere

The place is so bare

Gonna sell you a stick or two

To see right through to you

Over by the chest of drawers

Lives a rug from down the road

Not much in a piece of home

But the stars have kinda grown

Reason blames it all on the French midi

Why the hell don’t I just grow my own?

Light is coming in before it’s out

Let it rain before it shines

Sun and food are all I need

And that lady over there

Though it don’t mean much to some people

Seems it matters quite afair

But I can’t see nowhere

Gonna take very special care

It’s getting far too homely in there