i ve been to paris i ve been to rome seen a little bit of the world that s known but it seems no matter where i go i know this world it ain t my home i ve got keys to a house that s on loan and keys to a car with rust and chrome i ve got keys to things i ll never own cause i know this world it ain t my home and you take me so very close but i can t get rid of this thought that grows no matter where i rest or roam know this world it ain t my home sometimes it seems a far off dream just in sight but out of reach don t know where to go but i just keep goin cause i know this world it ain t my home and you take me so very close but i can t cut out this thought that grows no matter where i rest or roam know this world it ain t my home  baby i could try to fall in love again find a little house with a picket fence but you know that i m just a traveling man to that distant country in that far off land oh and when my time is used and done i will see that final setting sun i ll leave everything i ve ever known and that house above will be my home