My Home Is Not a House

My home is not a house
I'm surrounded by no walls
But I'm as quiet as a mouse
You'll never know I'm here at all
It seems I'm always disappearing
With my world thrown in a case
But do you know just how endearing
I find your little place?

I constantly remind myself one thing
This is where I always said I'd be
? ? ? of insincerity
And spend my fifteen minutes here with me

Oh I really get around
Oh I really get around
I'll take a silver plated jet plane
Yeah, and run it in the grounds
Take the scissor to the strings
That gather human beings
And take you on that holiday
You dream about

I've got a secret
I can tell you
All about my secret
But I think I'd better show you

Constantly remind myself one thing
This is where I always swore I'd be (right here)
I'll drain your lake and leave those fish to doubt
Everything they knew before the drought

Oh, but I really get around
Did I mention that I really get around
I'll spend some time in Turkey
Just tryin' to get the hang of things
Oh and I could be a rich man
But what a bitch man
And then I'll have mentioned things which just come naturally

(Oh I've got a secret... I've got a secret
I can tell you
All about my secret
But I think I'd better show you