Glen Campbell

(Billy Graham)
Maybe tomorrow I won't go home
Maybe she won't even care
At seven she'll throw a kiss towards the door
And smile at my empty chair.
For there's nothing there for a man to cling to
Nothing to pull me back home
Only a girl that's a stranger to me
Breathing on flames that are gone.
Home isn't where I hang up my hat
Every night
And home isn't anything like cold arms holding me tight
That's not right.
And home isn't some place to go just to feel all alone
That's not home.
Maybe she might never see me again
Maybe that's the best way
I'll join myself to some south blowing wind leave her to find her own way
And maybe I'll find home someday...