Home To Me - Lyrics - Madeline Adams

I wake by the touch of his skin And i know it was an accident But i'm glad to be the one he kicks in his sleep You feel like home to me I smile when he grins But i know it was the television I'm glad to around when he's laughing You look like home to me I wait by the telephone and it could ring but it don't Still, i'm glad to be the voice on his answering machine You look like to me I live for the moments when He looks like he's feeling 'bout half of what i do when i say 'i love you' You look like home to me You look like home to me