The lady on the plane
Said to the man beside her
That there's no place like home
That there's no place
Place like home
Place like home
Place like home
What if I miss your death?
What if I miss your death?
What if you have no one?
What if I miss your
What about the parchment paper that we all love?
We've all dibs'd it we're all dibsing
How about the green step stool
An olive dipped in paint
And Dad's blue jacket?
I know Sonia wants it
But now that I think about
How I can hear my heartbeat in my ear plugs
Head on my pillow wondering
Who's going to go?
Who's going to go?
Who's going to go?
What if I miss your death? (They say when you mourn you can change every bit)
What if I miss your death? (You can change these thoughts that intrude)
What if you have no one? (Please can you let me know every bit of you)
The lady on the plane
Said to the man beside her
That there's no place like home
That there's no place
Place like home
Place like home
Place like home