When I think of home, I think of a place where there's love overflowing. I wish I was home, I wish I was back there with the things I've been knowing. When that makes the tall grass bend into leaning and suddenly rain drops that fall, they have a meaning. The sprinkling of the sea makes it all so clean. And maybe there's a chance for me to go back now that I have some direction. And it sure would be nice to be back home where there's love and affection. And just maybe I can convince time to slow up, giving me enough time in my life to grow up. Time, please stay my friend and let me start again. Soon my world's gonna change its face, but I know, I know where I'm going. I've had my mind spun around and around in space, yet I've watched it growing. I know you're listening God, so won't you please try not to make it hard to know I shouldn't believe everything, everything that I see. Tell me, should I try and stay or maybe I should run away? Would it be better, better, better, better just to let things be? Living here in my world, the world, it might be a fantasy. Yes, yeah, it could be. But it taught me true love, so I know that it's real, it's real, it's real to me. And I've learned that we must look inside our hearts to find, yeah, we gotta find a world full of love like yours, like mine. Like home. Home. You won't forget that name, Whitney Houston.