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, dont know how, I dont 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 Im found This home After all another night, another town Where you walk the streets and think youre home, but mostly youre 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 youre 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
home, know, elm, finally, sometimes