Home Roger Waters (Ft. Clare Torry)

[Soft conversation carried over from the last track]
[Jim:] [laughing]
[Jim:] Am I mocking you too much?
[Jim:] God
[Man:] Sole has no eyes

[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home

[Chorus 1: Roger Waters]
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge?
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters?
Will you mix their martinis?
Will you stand still for it?
Or will you take to the hills?

[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home