I had to share a curtained -off corner of the kitchen

With a brother who was certain there were rattlers in our bed

He woke a dozen times a night, kicking and screaming

I should have been dreaming but I was wishing he was dead.

I had to spend the evenings feeling over-crowded

In a family that got bigger every single year

When I needed privacy there was nowhere I could go to

So I shut my eyes up tightly and I covered up my ears.

Chorus:

But I've got a room of my own at last

With bars in the window, not glass

The walls are all padded with foam

It's not much but I call it home.

The headaches started coming about the time that I stopped growing

I was four feet nothing so I didn't take much space

But I needed something more than a cushion in the corner

I needed room to hide away from the fears I couldn't face.

Chorus:

But I've got a room of my own at last

With bars in the windows, not glass

The walls are all covered in foam

It's not much but I call it home

It's not much but I call it home

Home sweet home.