On the corner there's this nice man
His name is Mark, He's always smiling

He's got this mom who comes on
Wednesdays In the evening with soup so steaming

He shares his house with his friend Martin
They're not brothers, they're 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
That's where you've got to make yourse

lf 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 don't see the daddies go in

My little girl wonders '
Bout this house with no men,
I take hold of her hand
And I begin

'Round the corner, here comes
Martin He's alone now, he tries smiling
He roams around his well stocked kitchen
He knows that fate will soon be coming
My little girl wonders where he will live

I take hold of her hand and I begin
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 baby's stories
She's the gift I share
She's his companion
She's 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