Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' 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 in rooms that I'm passin' 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 lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out 'Cause a half-way house will never be a home At night she whispers to her baby girl Someday we'll find a place here in this world "This is our temporary home It's not where we belong Windows in rooms that we're passin' 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 in rooms that I'm passin' 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