This Is Home

Riding in the backseat of an old Ford station wagon

Four kids, dogs, and bare feet back in 1967

Finally the sign reads the name of my hometown

Dad drives a little slower and we roll the windows down

This is home

I just know where the old elms touch the sky

This is home

Where we are, don't know how, I don't know why

Sometimes I want to be right here, sometimes just be alone

This is home

I backed out of the driveway, one morning before dawn

I could not wait to make my break and finally be gone

'Cause I could hear the gypsy life calling out my name

Once you find the open road you never are the same

This is home

I just know anywhere is where I'm found

This home

After all another night, another town

Where you walk the streets and think you're home, but mostly you're unknown

This is home

I watched your truck disappear in summer, dust, and light

I used my hand to shade my eyes as you pulled out of sight

And while you're gone the days are long, the nights are longer still

I hear your voice in every room, I know I always will

This is home

I just know a place inside a heart

This home

Where we are together not apart

The way you know some things are true in your flesh and bones

This is home

This is home

This is home