Last time we spoke you said it would be a long way home but I'll drive through the night in the moonlit road if it means going back to see faces I know, I'll embrace wintery whether and its swathe of snow.
Ma always laughs when she tells her friends her babies are back in the nest they've outgrown and they've flown away from. If it means that you're near then I'm glad to be here 'cause I've been other places and theres no place like home.
If we could go back to those good old days, more or less we got on by back then. Now the breeze is taking us away to a time we haven't seen yet.
It's too fast, slow down. Same place, same town. I'll go, you stay. Meet me someday.