It was our 25th anniversary And I was watchin' the Super Bowl When suddenly she started cursin' me Hell I almost dropped my remote control And she said that's that And grabbed her hat And headed out into the snow And that was almost two long years ago Now see her shufflin' down the street Combat boots on her dainty feet Pushin' her belongings In a cart from the A&P See her bummin' cigarettes On the sidewalk where she sits Lord she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me She'd rather be sleepin' in some doorway Than lollin' in the lap of luxury And when the cold wind starts to blow Lord it hurts me so To know she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me She said all my friends were dumb And she called me yuppie scum She said she didn't give a damn 'Bout my BMW, or my AT&T She said I could take these credit cards of mine And stick 'em where the sun don't shine 'Cause she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me I see her sittin' on her full length mink And as I walk by she winks Sayin' spare some change for a lady A lady who's finally free She don't want my bonds and stocks Livin' in her cardboard box Oh she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter Than at the country club sippin' fine Chablis And as I throw her a dime Lord it breaks this heart of mine To know she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me Yeah she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me