Little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that´ll never be home

When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

"This is my temporary home, it´s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I´m passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I´m going
I´m not afraid because I know,
This is my temporary home."

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She´s looking for a job, looking for a way out,
´Cause a half-way house will never be a home

At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we´ll find our place here in this world"

"This is our temporary home, it´s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we´re passing through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we´re going
I´m not afraid because I know,
This is our temporary home."

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers, "Don´t cry for me, I´ll see you all someday"
He looks up and says, "I can see God´s face."

"This is my temporary home, it´s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I´m passing through
This was just a stop, on the way to where I´m going
I´m not afraid because I know,
This was my temporary home."

This is our temporary home