On the corner there's this nice man   His name is mark, he's always smiling   He's got this mom who comes on wednesdays   In the evening with soup so steaming   He shares his house with his friend martin   They're not brothers, they're not cousins   My little girl wonders all about these men   I take hold of her hand, and I begin      Chorus:   Home is where the heart is   No matter how the heart lives   Inside your heart where love is   That's where you've got to make yourself   At home      Across the yard live deb and tricia   With their tools and ladders   And their room addition   My kid yells over, "are ya having a baby? "   They wink and smile, they say, "someday maybe."   But through their doors go kids and mommies   Funny how you don't see the daddies go in   My little girl wonders   'bout this house with no men,   I take hold of her hand   And I begin      Chorus      'round the corner, here comes martin   He's alone now, he tries smiling   He roams around his well stocked kitchen   He knows that fate will soon be coming   My little girl wonders where he will live   I take hold of her hand and I begin      Chorus      Martin sits and waits with his windows open   His house is empty, his heart is broken   We bring him toys and watercolors   He loves to hear my little baby's stories   She's the gift I share   She's his companion   She's the string on the kite   She guides him into the wind   My little girl wonders who will care for him   We take hold of his hand and we begin