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