A House Is Not a Motel

At my house I have got no shackles

You can come and see if you want to

In the walls youll see the mantles

Where the light shines dim all around you

And the streets are paved with gold and if

Someone asks you, you can call my name

You're just a thought that someone

Somewhere, somehow feels you should be here

And it's so for real to see you

To smell, to touch, to know where you are here

And the streets are paved with gold and if

Someone asks you, you can call my name

You can call my name

I hear you calling my name!

By the time that I'm through singing

The bells from the schools of walls will be ringing

More confusions, blood transfusions

The news today will be the movies for tomorrow

And the waters turned to blood, and if

You don't think so

Go turn on your tub

And it's mixed with mud

Youll see it turn to gray

And you can call my name

I hear you calling my name