Capo: 3 If home is where the heart is Then mine has lost its beat Past the threshold of confliction Where love and hatred meet Here, where Iâm standing Is where you once stood And calling through the hallway now Wonât do anyone no good Now I donât want the end to come And the mirrors reflect all my fears I donât want your thoughts to end Take away these days but not our years , , , , Through consequence and feeling Iâm changing my own mind And all the time deceiving Those who run as I hide The house where Iâm living Will never be my home I suffocate in confusion Of whatâs right or wrong Now I donât want the end to come And the mirrors reflect all my fears I donât want your thoughts to end Take away these days but not our years , , , ,