On the corner theres this nice man
His name is mark, hes always smiling

Hes got this mom who comes on wednesdays

In the evening with soup so steaming

He shares his house with his friend martin

Theyre not brothers, theyre not cousins

My little girl wonders all about these men

I take hold of her hand, and I begin

Home is where the heart is

No matter how the heart lives

Inside your heart where love is

Thats where youve got to make yourself

At home

the Across yard live deb and tricia
With their tools and ladders
And their room addition

My kid yells over, are ya having a baby?

They wink and smile, they say, someday maybe.

But through their doors go kids and mommies

Funny how you dont see the daddies go in

My little girl wonders
bout this house with no men,

I take hold of her hand

And I begin

Home is where the heart is

No matter how the heart lives

Inside your heart where love is

Thats where youve got to make yourself

At home

the round corner, here comes martin

Hes alone now, he tries smiling

He roams around his well stocked kitchen

He knows that fate will soon be coming

My little girl wonders where he will live
I take hold of her hand and I begin

Home is where the heart is

No matter how the heart lives

Inside your heart where love is

Thats where youve got to make yourself

At home

Martin sits and waits with his windows open

His house is empty, his heart is broken

We bring him toys and watercolors

He loves to hear my little babys stories

Shes the gift I share

Shes his companion
Shes the string on the kite

She guides him into the wind

My little girl wonders who will care for him
We take hold his of hand and we begin

Home is where the heart is

No matter how the heart lives

Inside your heart where love is

Thats where youve got to make yourself

At home