Oh well your smell is forever sort of near the tip-top of my spine I'll be not forever yours if you be not forever mine When we hold hands under starlight tomorrows the last thing on my mind When we kiss goodnight well I think I'll sleep just fine There are many places to call home This van, your arms, or anywhere I find to be alone People are like vines and not like stone Were surprised to look back and see how much we've grown Well by now we have learned better than to try and hold our tongues Because if we are too careful, the best songs are left unsung We push words of past and passion through our tiny soot filled lungs Four track tape machines, oh it's only just begun There are many places to call home The night sky is a good one because it's there where ever you may roam Orion is just as bright as it was on our bike ride 6 nights ago Buildings are furniture and are great because of a potential zone Last nights conversation, now it's very plain to see The way that I miss him is the way that he misses me And it does make me feel better to know we both agree The best way to love someone is to set them free There are many places to call home Cliche words on the lips of every lover when they find they've been left alone Journals of our past and of the places and people we've known The pallets to paint our futures to make them our own