A little boy six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school another house that will 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 thorugh
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 the halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms
That we're passing thorugh
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 thorugh
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