(ralph covert - waterdog music / ascap)   A bed and a chair   An empty box on the stair   A smile in the mirror   As she picks up the phone   A place of her own   She calls me to say   She moved in today   If I'm doing nothing   She's got somewhere to go   A place of her own      And home is more than a pillow on the floor   It's more than four walls and a doorway   It's your space to grow      I drop by at eight   With chinese food in a bag   She says the walls need painting   Then laughs and pulls me close   A place of her own      And home is more than a pillow on the floor   It's more than four walls and a doorway   It's your space to grow      A place of her own