Carpet stains, by the door A dirty dish, and dozens more Now I'm ten miles above the sea My bed's not made Sink is clogged Sofa torn up by my dirty dog But there's no place I'd rather be Now, I know my place, it ain't much But it still reminds me of my baby's touch So turn this thing around Take me home I miss the draft comin' from the window It's strong and cold as the north wind blows, but we... ...keep each other warm through the night And I miss the way that my locks don't work I never mentioned it to the clerk She could let herself right on in Like the lie (?) Now, I know my place, it ain't much But it still reminds me of my baby's touch So turn this thing around Take me home Turn this thing around And take me home Now, I've been around this world, once or twice The exotic and strange always seem so nice, but you... ...wake up, and you... ...feel like me And there's nothing waiting for me now, she's got... ...some other man, in some other town But I love to live my life in reverie Now, I know my place, it ain't much But it still reminds me of my baby's touch So turn this thing around And take me home Turn this thing around Take me home