I slip my red shoes upon my feet
but something just feels wrong
like Dorothy in Oz I know
that this is not where I belong
I want to click my heels
and slowly count to three
and let my scarlet shoes lead me
to where I long to be
far beyond this world
to that celestial heavenly dome
and with each step I take there
I'll know that I am Home
when I think about others
as I'm counting to three
I know that I am in
the best of company
I'm not the only one
wearing shoes of shiny red
for there are many others
including the Pope our head
If his shoes are red
while he walks this land
I know that my longing
is not a dream too grand
for he's waiting, too
and biding his time
with a yearning so real
to reach the end of the climb
yet, we're not alone
in our desire for God
for it belongs to many
though not all are ruby shod
Oh, Lord search within us
and see what's deep inside
a love that's so profound
it cannot be disguised
although all shoes might not be crimson
our love for You is real
please call us to your kingdom
where the bells of glory peel
There's no place like Home
There's no place like Home
There's no place like Home...
