A House Is Not a Home

Lyrics

If time is tight it's right to stay another night You know the score, I wouldn't want you sleeping on the floor Cause living on your own is never any fun A house is not a home when you make it what you want to It's hard to tell if you should make the choice by yourself Cause on your own you only learn to like what you know You recognise the smell but as far as you can tell A house becomes hotel when you make it what you want to What's the use of going home again When it's always the same It's getting late, can you show me what I'm missing? Say what you see, I'll let you be my referee Send it through the post, the things you like the most I'm sure I could improve if you make me what you wanted to What's the point of moving home again? What's the use of going back again? What's the point of changing face and then Packing boxes moving home again When it's always the same?