I could find the way with my eyes closed
I know every turn off of every road
I know the shortcuts like the back of my hand
You see it around the next bend
It's a grey one with a picket fence
My heart's not in it, but I still call it home
And I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more
This here room has been nursery
Three times over aw the memories
If walls could see and talk they'd tell of years and love gone by
They've seen birthday celebrations
Proms and graduations
And surely they've seen a marriage slowly die
But I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more
They say home is where the heart is but that's not always so
'Cause it's been years since mine was here but I don't know where to go
So I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more