A home is more than bricks and mortar
Built with stones and washed by waterfalls
A street is more than cars and people
Folks on mobiles making feeble calls
And I like you am far from home
And I am more than flesh and bone
A war is more than hurt and hustle
Why do people turn upon their own
For a man is more than blood and muscle
Lest he finds his dignity disowned
Chorus
And what we all say in the evening will soon be forgotten by dawn
The morning will come without warning and we'll fall asleep on the lawn
And while we all dream our bodies will rustle in the leaves
And in high esteem I'll hold you 'cos you are dear to me
Chorus
When I arrived in this dingy town nothing but my plimsolls touching the ground
I was a mess, a bed head, could have been left for dead
I did not know which way to turn because my bridges all were burned
But you who believed in me gave me new life; reaffirmed my faith in a stranger
Now I feel loved, heavens above, I am lost in sweet surrender