Everything But The Girl

A summer evening; I walk past the window,
Baby's crying; Someone's cooking dinner;
There's laughter on the TV
Someone's learning the violin.
How at home, it heals
At times like this, I feel that...
CHORUS:
I would like to live like anybody else
In one place
And I could be happy and fulfilled
In one place
So I get the map out
And draw a line of where we've been
It goes thru sea and sky
Twenty-five planes this year
And it's only July...
This is not some Bible, like on the road
It's just a song about coming home
And whether...
CHORUS:
I would like to live like anybody else
In one place
And I could be happy and fulfilled