Medidebating at a fireside in this beautiful land of our
Could heaven be a better place than home well supposin' that it was
If heaven is in some future with a tomorrow so unclear
Then home for me I guess could better be
Nowhere else but here
Nowhere else but here, yeah
Nowhere else but here, (oh no)
Home for me I guess might never be nowhere else but here
If daunted by the many many times things don't turn out as planned
Or haunted by the feeling of that unfamiliar hand
Just listen to little honeysuckle singing sweet and clear
The sweetest honey is in the tree that's nowhere else but here
Nowhere else but here, she sings nowhere else but here
Here's where my honey is in this tree, it's nowhere else but here
Is there much that might not happen right wherever I may be
If all I gotta do is soften some of my precious certainties
Was all that toil and turmoil, just to help me understand
That heaven maybe just a fancy name for some never, never ever land
Where nothing ever really happens and probably just as well
Ive seen things really happening where it's all downhill to hell
Through a devil's pass on a bolting horse, with Buckley's hope to steer
Where we could regret we never ever cared to be nowhere else but here
Nowhere else but here ah-h nowhere else but here
I'm dreaming by this campfire
Gleaming in this dear old land of ours
Flippin' idly through the pages of the tales of the never was
Losing interest in a future what with tomorrow so unclear
I guess maybe I'll never really need to be nowhere else but here
Nowhere else but here, oh no, nowhere else but here (for sure)
Guess maybe I may never ever need to be nowhere else but here
Nowhere else but here, oh no, nowhere else but here (for sure)
Guess maybe I may never ever need to be nowhere else
If there is one place we're all free to be, its nowhere else but here