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