Ingrid Michaelson

They say that home is where the heart is
I guess I haven't found my home
And we keep driving round in circles
Afraid to call this place our own
And are we there yet?
They say there's linings made of silver
Folded inside each raining cloud
Well, we need someone to deliver
Our silver lining now
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
Home, home, home
They say you're really not somebody
Until somebody else loves you
Well, I am waiting to make somebody
Somebody soon
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?