i need a place to call home   i need a place to call my own      i better read between the lines   in case i need it when i'm old   another drink of bordeau wine   it's good for boredom   i've been told      another glass a fine cigar   another trip to another bar   she told me man i can't be sold   i told her keep your heart of gold      in case you need it when you're old   i've been a fool i've been abused   i've been constantly misused   i've been a stranger to myself   playing the part of someone else      i'm not ready for the wind   i'm not ready for the rain   it's not easy filling in   i need a place to call home      i used to find it in the shows   in every whisper every roar   it sounds pathetic but i swear   i used to find it everywhere      i should have read between the lines   i used to see it now i'm old   another glass of bordeaux wine   it's good for boredom   i've been told      i'm not ready for the wind   i'm not ready for the rain   it's not easy filling in   i need a place to call home