(DiffordTilbrook)



I'm faced with the facts

And a fist full of threats

I stand quite amused

At the end of the bed

I have no defense

For what I have said

As a handful of love

Whacks me right round the head

She's growling and stalking

And grabs from a pile

A book that she throws

And it missed by a mile

I'm holding a pillow

And as naked as sin

I'm backed to a corner

With a wastepaper bin

Then up on the mattress

There's no place to go

I'm guilty yes guilty

But there's no place like home



I rewind the hours

To see what went wrong

I plead for forgiveness

And I'm hit like a gong

It seems that I'm guilty

Of smiling too long

When recalling lovers

That now are long gone

I'm guilty you're guilty

So let me be stoned

The past is the present

When there's no place like home



Off with the shoes

And a whack round the head

Your ear rings like a phone

Some explanation

Might patch and mend

A love that's lost control

Now there's no place like home