Temporary Home ~Carrie Underwood

Little boy, six years old,

A little to used to being alone,

Another new mom an dad,

Another school another house that'll never be home,

When people asks how he likes this place,

He looks upon with a smile upon his face,

"This is my temporary home, its not where I belong,

Windows an rooms that I'm passing through,

This is just a stop to where I'm going,

I'm not afraid cuz this is my temporary home,"

Young mom on her own,

She needs a little help, got no where to go,

She's looking for a job, she's looking for a way out,

'Cuz a halfway house will never be home,

At night she whispers to her baby girl,

"Someday we'll find our place in this world,"

"This is our temporary home, its not where we belong,

Windows an rooms that I'm passing through,

this is just a stop to where we're going,

I'm not afraid cuz I know this is our temporary home,"

Old man, hospital bed,

The room is filled with people he loves,

An he whispers, "Dont cry for me, I'll see you all someday,"

He looks up an says, "I can see God's face,"

"This is my temporary home, its not where I belong,

Windows an rooms that I'm passing through,

There just a stop to where I'm going,

I'm not afraid cuz I know this was my temporary home,"

This is our temporary home