Steve Vaus - Number 27

I could find the way with my eyes closed
I know every turn off of every road
I know the shortcuts like the back of my hand

You see it around the next bend
It's a grey one with a picket fence
My heart's not in it, but I still call it home

And I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more

This here room has been nursery
Three times over aw the memories
If walls could see and talk they'd tell of years and love gone by

They've seen birthday celebrations
Proms and graduations
And surely they've seen a marriage slowly die

But I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more

They say home is where the heart is but that's not always so
'Cause it's been years since mine was here but I don't know where to go

So I still go home to number 27, where a stranger greets me just inside the door
We still sleep and eat together but all we talk about's the weather
And I don't know why I live here any more

Written by:
Steven Timothy Vaus, 100%, ASCAP

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