text: On the corner theres this nice man
  His name is Mark, hes always smiling
  Hes got this mom who comes on Wednesdays
  In the evening with soup so steaming
  He shares his house with his friend Martin
  Theyre not brothers, theyre not cousins
  My little girl wonders all about these men
  I take hold of her hand, and I begin
  Home is where the heart is
  No matter how the heart lives
  Inside your heart where love is
  Thats where youve got to make yourself
  At home
  Across the yard live Deb and Tricia
  With their tools and ladders
  And their room addition
  My kid yells over, Are ya having a baby?
  They wink and smile, they say, Someday, maybe
  But through their doors go kids and mommies
  Funny how you dont see the daddies go in
  My little girl wonders bout this house with no men
  I take hold of her hand
  And I begin
  Home is where the heart is
  No matter how the heart lives
  Inside your heart where love is
  Thats where youve got to make yourself
  At home
  Round the corner, here comes Martin
  Hes alone now, he tries smiling
  He roams around his well stocked kitchen
  He knows that fate will soon be coming
  My little girl wonders how he will live
  I take hold of her hand and I begin
  Home is where the heart is
  No matter how the heart lives
  Inside your heart where love is
  Thats where youve got to make yourself
  At home
  Martin sits and waits with his windows open
  His house is empty, his heart is broken
  We bring him toys and watercolors
  He loves to hear my little babys stories
  Shes the gift I share
  Shes his companion
  Shes the string on the kite
  She guides him into the wind
  My little girl wonders who will care for him
  We take hold of his hand and we begin
  Home is where the heart is
  No matter how the heart lives
  Inside your heart where love is
  Thats where youve got to make yourself
  At home