I'm happy
singing in a crowd
the lights are bright the music loud
I like to look at every
face
but out on the
interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling calling me to
bring my guitar home
Out in a dusty desert wind
the fox goes looking for a friend
he sees a light around the bend but out on the interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling
calling me to bring my guitar home
Children are laughing
in the sun
I count the voices one by one
but I'm not there to share the fun
I'm out on the interstate
I can hear a soft voice calling
calling me to bring my guitar home
I'm happy singing
in a crowd
