I've forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat

It's the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet

Feels like home, home When the cold shakes my bones it's the rug that warms my soul

It's the textile to the skin, and the sensation alone feels like home, home So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door

'Cause it's impolite not to; you'll be damaging my floor

'Cause it's my home When you're down and you're alone it's the train that brings you home

And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door

It's so sweet, sweet Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away

Makes me sad that others can't have it the same way

Oh, home, home In the forest it's unlikely that you'll find a home so tidy

Compared to what it's like living like a city type

Why, it's no home