I mistook the warnings for wisdom From so-called friends quick-to-advise Though your touch was telling me otherwise Somehow, I saw you as a weakness I thought I had to be strong Oh, but I was just young, I was scared, I was wrong Not a night goes-by I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might've been I listened to my pride When my heart cried-out for you Now, everyday, I wake, again In a house that might've been a home Guess I did what I did Believing that love is a dangerous thing Oh, but that couldn't hurt any more than never knowing Not a night goes-by I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might've been I listened to my pride When my heart cried-out for you Now, everyday, I wake, again In a house that might've been a home, a home Four walls, a roof, a door, some windows Just a place to run, when my working-day is through They say home is where the heart is If the exception proves the rule, then I guess that's true Not a night goes-by I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might've been I listened to my pride When my heart cried-out for you Now, everyday, I wake, again In a house that might've been a home, a home