A bed and a chair An empty box on the stair A smile in the mirror As she picks up the phone A place of her own She calls me to say She moved in today If I'm doing nothing She's got somewhere to go A place of her own And home is more than a pillow on the floor It's more than four walls and a doorway It's your space to grow I drop by at eight With Chinese food in a bag She says the walls need painting Then laughs and pulls me close A place of her own And home is more than a pillow on the floor It's more than four walls and a doorway It's your space to grow A place of her own A place of her own A place of her own