A House Is Not A Home - Field Music

If time is tight it’s right to stay another night

You know the score, I wouldn’t want you sleeping on the floor

Cause living on your own is never any fun

A house is not a home when you make it what you want to

It’s hard to tell if you should make the choice by yourself

Cause on your own you only learn to like what you know

You recognise the smell but as far as you can tell

A house becomes hotel when you make it what you want to

What’s the use of going home again

When it’s always the same

It’s getting late so can you show me what I’m missing

Say what you see, I’ll let you be my referee

Send it through the post, the things you like the most

I’m sure I couldn’t prove if you make me what you wanted to

What’s the point of moving home again

What’s the use of going back again

What’s the point of changing face and then

Packing boxes moving home again

When it’s always the same