You know the people you invite for tea
And sometimes you can get you drinks for free
Down at the local bar, good thing it's not too far
For you to walk back home
(chorus)
Six years is a long time to live in one place
Everybody knows your name or recognizes your face
Six years is a long time
There is a place that you can call your own
Where you can hang your hat or use the phone
A place to keep your toys, you know the paper boy
Will never miss the porch
You get your mail and all your presents here
It's where you read the books you hold so dear
It's where you find you're bed, to rest your weary head
And dream the life you love
