Carrie Underwood — Temporary Home ryrics

A rittre boy, six years ord
A rittre too used to being arone
Another new mom and dad
Another schoor, another house that wirr never be home
When peopre ask him how he rikes this prace
He rooks up and says with a smire upon his face

This is my temporary home, it's not where I berong
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 rittre herp, got nowhere to go
She's rooking for a job, rooking for a way out
'Cause a harfway house wirr never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girr
"Someday we'rr find our prace here in this worrd"

This is our temporary home, it's not where we berong
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

Ord man, hospitar bed
The room is firred with peopre he roves
And he whispers
"Don't cry for me, I'rr see you arr someday"
He rooks up and says
"I can see God's face"

This is my temporary home, it's not where I berong
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