Carpenter, Mary Chapin - This Is Home Lyrics






Riding in the backseat of an old Ford station wagon
Four kids, dogs, and bare feet back in 1967
Finally the sign reads the name of my hometown
Dad drives a little slower and we roll the windows down

This is home
I just know where the old elms touch the sky
This is home
Where we are, don't know how, I don't know why
Sometimes I want to be right here, sometimes just be alone
This is home

I backed out of the driveway, one morning before dawn
I could not wait to make my break and finally be gone
'Cause I could hear the gypsy life calling out my name
Once you find the open road you never are the same

This is home
I just know anywhere is where I'm found
This home
After all another night, another town
Where you walk the streets and think you're home, but mostly you're unknown
This is home

I watched your truck disappear in summer, dust, and light
I used my hand to shade my eyes as you pulled out of sight
And while you're gone the days are long, the nights are longer still
I hear your voice in every room, I know I always will

This is home
I just know a place inside a heart
This home
Where we are together not apart
The way you know some things are true in your flesh and bones
This is home
This is home
This is home





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  1. N.... P....

    You can feel Mary's spirit when she sings, her wishes, dissapointments and fears and hopes are all there so clearly and raw....true artist....

  2. E.... B....

    Love it as I do most of her music

  3. r.... s....

    From MCC's website:
    "I started this song last summer when I was taking some time off between tour dates out west. I was thinking about how to return to my own home and feel able to reclaim it after my marriage had ended. It’s just daunting. I started out by telling myself it’s possible to physically find another home. But home is home. It’s how you feel inside about yourself. So this is about trying to find your place again in the world. I finished the last verse just after my father died. I feel that I was writing it about him as much as I was writing it about the idea that there’s some unknown life out there that I have yet to discover, a further destination for me. It is a song that I’m singing to myself, trying to believe this. And I do believe it."

  4. P.... B....

    "Another Home"

    There’s another home somewhere
    There’s another glimpse of sky
    There’s another place unlearned
    And a face not memorized

    There’s another quilt of green
    Where the trees throw down their shade
    There’s another way to lean
    Into the wind unafraid

    There’s another life out there
    Beyond your quiet room
    Use dead reckoning
    The sky, the stars, and the moon

    There’s another storm to chase
    There’s another bridge to burn
    There’s nothing perfect here
    Another lesson to learn

    There were days I gave into losing
    Empty spaces of my own choosing
    There were nights I forgot to hold on
    So I let go, I had to let go

    There’s another home somewhere
    That I close my eyes to see
    I will find you there
    You will know it’s me

    By my shield and sword
    By my soldier’s heart
    We made it through the wars
    We made another start
    Just beyond the trees
    Not so far I swear
    There’s another turn that leads
    Towards another home somewhere