Temporary Home , by carrie underwood

carrie underwood - Temporary Home
(Prod. by Mark Bright)
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that I'll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

his is my temporary home
It is not where I belong
Windows and rooms that If I'm passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where If I'm going
If 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 is looking for a job, looking 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 is not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we are passing through
This is just a stop
on the way to where we are going
If 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 it cry for me
If I'll see you all someday
He looks up and says I can see God face
This is my temporary Home
It is not where I belong
Windows and rooms that If I'm passing through
This was just a stop,on the way To where If I'm going
If I'm not afraid because I know
this was My temporary home

This is our temporary home