Maybe tomorrow, I won't go home   Maybe she won't even care   At seven, she'll throw a kiss towards the door   And smile at my empty chair      For there's nothing there for a man to cling to   Nothing to pull me back home   Only a girl that's a stranger to me   Breathing on flames that are gone      Home isn't where I hang up my hat every night   And home isn't anything   Like cold arms holding me tight, that's not right   And home isn't some place to go   Just to feel all alone, that's not home      Maybe she might never see me again   Maybe that's the best way   I'll join myself to some south blowing wind   And leave her to find her own way   And maybe I'll find home someday