when time flies like a bananna and he's become an old fart
in sickness and in health till death do us part
home is where the heart is
come hell or high water and pie in the sky
when hell freezes over when pigs can fly
home is where the heart is
when the glass is half empty the glass is half full
when push comes to shove and you push on the pull
home is where the heart is
when grass is greener on the other side
when life is a bitch and then you die
when dreams come true and your head's in the sand
when apples and oranges are a bird in the hand
home is where the heart is
ive never seen anything truer than true than a sky that is clearer and bluer than blue
and beyond that true blue there's a truer true blue
and a pink and an orange and a redness of hue
with gold streets and rubies and agates and pearls
and brighter than sunshine, pure light that unfurls
the banners of joy within us each one
as we see Him in glory our Father's own son
home is where the heart is
