C Little boy, 6 years old G Am A little too used to bein' alone. C G Another new mom and dad,another school, Am Another house that'll never be home. Am G D When people ask him how he likes this place... Am G D He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face, C This is my temporary home G It's not where I belong. Am G F Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through. C G This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going. Am G F G I'm not afraid because I know this is my C Temporary Home. C Young mom on her own. G Am She needs a little help, got nowhere to go. C G She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out, Am Because a half-way house will never be a home. Am G D At night she whispers to her baby girl, Am G Am "Someday we'll find our place here in this world." (fill in with what ever sounds right) C This is our temporary home. G It's not where we belong. Am G F Windows and rooms that we're passin' through. C G This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going. Am G F G I'm not afraid because I know this is our C Temporary Home. C Old man, hospital bed, G F The room is filled with people he loves. Am And he whispers don't cry for me, G F I'll see you all someday. Am G F He looks up and says, "I can see God's face." C This is my temporary Home G It's not where I belong. Am G F Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through. C G This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going. Am G F I'm not afraid because I know... this was G C My temporary home.
