Everybody needs to be needed
Everyone needs a place they can call their own
For me it's been so long… too long
I think I grew up in New York City
But that could be 'cause it looks like burning town
So many people around
I've been traveling through London and Paris
Swiching trains, seeing plains as I'm moving along
So what's wrong?
Where is my home, I can't remember
Where is my home, it's late December, wow
What a funny life
Where is my home, I have no number
Where is my home, I have no answer, wow
This is a funny life
Where is my home?
I'm a nice guy, polite and good-smelling
Playing piano and spreading the music around
I have a real nice sound… oh yeah
Lost myself between Rome and Moscow
Can't seem to find those old bread crumbs to guide me home
Maybe I ate them in Rome
Where is my home, I can't remember
Where is my home, it's late December, wow
What a funny life, for me
Where is my home, I have no number
Where is my home, I have no answer now
This is a funny life
Where is my home?
I bought a ticket and bound for Jamaica
Don't think that I'll be able to fake them alone
That's not where I belong
No no, tell me
Where is my home, I can't remember
Where is my home, it's late December now
What a funny life, for me
Where is my home, I have no number
Where is my home, I have no answer now
This is a funny life
So funny, funny
Everybody needs to be needed
Everyone needs a place they can call their own
For mr it's been so long, too long
I think I grew up in New York City
But that could be cause it looks like burning town
So many people around…