It Feels Like Home
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1998 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

It’s not very spacious or gracious or grand.
We don’t have a lake or an acre of land,
Just a wide open door and a welcoming hand
And it feels like home.
And it feels like home. And it feels like home.
A wide open door, and a welcoming hand
And it feels like home.

The comfortable places and faces we know,
The hideouts and hangouts we’ve found long ago.
We put marks on the door frame to watch ourselves grow
And it feels like home.
And it feels like home. And it feels like home.
With marks on the door to watch ourselves grow
And it feels like home.

The place where we gather when something goes wrong,
When the water’s too high,when the wind is too strong.
It’s where we feel loved, it’s where we belong
And it feels like home.
And it feels like home. And it feels like home.
It’s where we feel loved, it’s where we belong
And it feels like home.
And it feels like home. And it feels like home.
It’s where we feel loved, it’s where we belong
And it feels like home.
This song appears on Tom Chapin's In My Hometown CD.
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