Everybody has one ... or so you would think.
When I moved from my mother's ... lease ink
still not dry. I met a guy.
He had no home ... no home at all.
I couldn't believe it ... handsome ... tall.
No home ... no place he was wanted.
His eyes looked so very haunted.

A turtle has a shell, a bird has a nest.
This guy had his belongings held close to his chest.
The bundle he held in his strong bronzed arms.
Held all he owned ... except his charms.

Nobody took him in and he stood just lookin'.
One day he was no longer standing there.
He had found a home ... must have been prayer.
'Cause he no longer stands there.