The ChairMan

You'll always have a special place A home inside my heart It's comfy, cozy, warm and snug There's music and there's art There's wooden floors and throw rugs There's mountain views and streams There's coffee pots in every room And exercise machines It's spacious, open, airy There's flowers all year long Lilacs mostly, every shade They're all yours for a song The only thing that's missing Is you, you'd make it fun This home inside my heart was made For me to live plus one I'm just an artsy troubadour Who writes down all his dreams And dream of you, oh yeah I do In many ways and means Now getting back to business If you do stop by The key is hidden in a box Just look for the butterfly It's painted on the box top Under the willow tree And when you open up the lid There's two more things you'll see: 1. A deed with your name on it The home is yours and mine 2. A picture of my new tattoo Your name inside a vine You may be wondering where I am And how come I'm not there I ran real quick to Nashville To buy a smaller chair