I’m not a rich man.
I beg for money for my bread.
I am a broken man.
You pass me by and turn your head.

They call me homeless,
‘cause I call the city streets my bed.
My friend is loneliness
And I often go unfed.

I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
I’m just not there today.
I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
…just not there today.

I am a rich man.
I have a house but not a home.
I am a famous man.
Everyone knows me, but I’m alone.

They call me lucky,
‘cause all that I touch has turned to gold.
They know the headlines,
But not the story that’s left untold.

I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
I’m just not there today.
I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
…just not there today.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got everything or nothing at all.
You can’t take it with you if you fall.

Doesn’t matter if you’ve got everything or nothing at all.
You can’t take it with you when you go.

I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
I’m just not there today.
I’m not home yet.
I’m still looking for the way.
I’m not homeless,
…just not there today.