Little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school, another house that´ll 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 through
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 a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
"Someday we´ll find our place here in this world"
"This is our temporary home, it´s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we´re passing through
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 through
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