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Another round of interviews Another pointless party I really should be getting home They say that's where the heart is The taxi driver asks me Where I'd like to go And suddenly I'm unsure Suddenly I just don't know Where do I call home It's where the heart is Yes, I've had a good life But still I can't help wondering If I'd gone a different road What would have become of me In another universe Am I still living there A bored suburban house-wife Slowly tearing out her hair Who can't escape her home It's where the heart is A certain taste of liquorice The sound of jackdaws in the trees The smell of silver polish Walking dormant memories Why now after all this time Is it flooding back to me No-one said, "Come back to me Back where you belong It's time that you came home" It's where the heart is Skipping ropes and pipe-smoke Church-bells on a Sunday Marmalade on cold toast Endless summer holidays The hay-rides in the trailer The mad dash for the sea The bitter taste of failure The thrill of victory I never will be home