A Place to Call My Own - Tommy Shaw

Hold the lamplight to the night

See the empty streets

Rolling out of sight

Turn a deaf ear to the din

Ignore the hunger pangs

Bundle up against the wind

Still I believe

Someone waits for me A place to call my own

Somewhere to be from

A shelter from the storm

Where I’ll be safe and warm

A future built on stone

A place to call my own

And once there was a time

I had no fear at all

None that I recall

No future there to taunt

No history to haunt me No monsters in the wall

Still I believe

Someone waits for me Oh, a place to call my own

Somewhere to be from

A shelter from the storm

Where I’ll be safe and warm

Of wood and bricks and stone

Oh, a place to call my own

Somewhere to be from

A shelter from the storm

Where I’ll be safe and warm

A future built on stone

A place to call my own