A woman in the cafe drinking coffee with a friend
Talking about a party and what time to attend
And the waitress takes an odor and more people shuffling
And I just feel alone
And I just want to come home
I jumped back on the bus and found a seat in the back
The little girl in front of me reached out to shake my hand
And she asked about my guitar,
introduced me to her dad
Then we all just laughed
When she asked for my autograph
Living on the road is tough
It never seems to end
I'll write about all the things I've seen
Until I'm home again
Now I'm back in Cleveland,
the home of rock and roll
Walking up onto the stage for the final show
There's a part of me that wants to stay and another that wants to go
And I just feel alone
With my memories of the road
I pull into the driveway and the kids come running up
My wife is on the front porch just waiting like a dove
As happy as I am right now I'm afraid it's not enough
And I just want to come home
Where do I belong?
Living on the road is tough
It never seems to end
I'll write about all the things I've seen Until I'm home again
Living on the road is tough It never
seems to end
I'll write about all the things I've seen
Until I'm home,
until I'm home,
until I'm home again