Find my way, in the five o'clock

rush hour,
As daylight, slowly leaves the

sky.
I open the door, to that little

room,
That we call home.


Loving arms, are there, to greet

me,
Tender lips are there, to meet me.
At the end of the day,
You know it's, always been that

way.


Then I find my way, through the

early morning traffic,
But someone else, is heavy, heavy,

on my mind.
Open the door to our favorite

little coffee shop,
(Ohh, ya'll) the girl is right on

time. (Now, come one.)


Loving arms, are there, to greet

me,
Tender lips are there, always

there to meet me.
And that's how I start my day,
It's just too bad it doesn't end

that way.


(One woman's making my home)
One women's making my home,
(But the other woman's making me

wrong)
The other girl, is making me do

wrong.
I didn't mean, let it get that

strong, no baby.
I got to decide, where I belong.


(One woman's making my home)
Sometimes I get so mixed up

inside,
(But the other woman's making me

wrong)
I wish I could find a place, to

hide.
I didn't mean, I didn't mean,
I didn't mean to let it get that

strong, nah girl.
I got to decide, where I belong.