(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap)
A bed and a chair
An empty box on the stair
A smile in the mirror
As she picks up the phone
A place of her own
She calls me to say
She moved in today
If Im doing nothing
Shes got somewhere to go
A place of her own

And home is more than a pillow on the floor
Its more than four walls and a doorway
Its your space to grow

I drop by at eight
With chinese food in a bag
She says the walls need painting
Then laughs and pulls me close
A place of her own

And home is more than a pillow on the floor
Its more than four walls and a doorway
Its your space to grow

A place of her own