the fool built his house on a sinkhole the wise man built on stone you and i live out on the highway cause you know we re gonna be here alone from the edge of the san fernando valley to the hills of the ozark plateau you and i will reside on the visitors side everywhere we go hallelujah hallelujah this world is not my home it s just a place i m passing through till i leave these weary bones these bones are aching for salvation a destination beyond the blue i know my soul will leave these bones when our traveling days are though hallelujah hallelujah this world is not my home it s just a place i m passing through till i leave these weary bones the beauty of the earth that speaks of heaven and the pain that speaks of hell this old body of mine i will leave behind when i say my last farewell hallelujah hallelujah this world is not my home it s just a place i m passing through till i leave these weary bones hallelujah hallelujah this world is not my home it s just a place i m passing through till i leave these weary bones till i leave these weary bones till i leave these weary bones till i leave these weary bones