Take me home
I've been waiting
I've seen the wind
whip across the valley I've seen fire burn the west coast sky
But it's the little things,
humidity and Spanish moss in the trees
I'm thinking about where I was raised tonight
Take me home I've been away
But that train only goes as far as Austin
And I can't afford a ticket on a plane
Maybe
I'm reaching for something that ain't coming Yeah,
you could say my hope is blind
But all you need to fix a dream is six strings
and cheap gasoline It's hard to see the truth
when it's the skies Take me home
I've been away I've got my thumb in the air bound for Panama
I'm trying my stock to play for tips in New Orleans
I can hear thunder rolls like a whisper
I can smell rain coming in the dawn
And I think, who am I?
What is this?
And what are things I truly miss?
Cause when I'm home I know I'll be long gone
Take me home I've been away
Take me home
I've been away
Yeah, take me home
I've been away
Take me home
I've been away