Home

Home was just a mellow state of mind A place a rambling man would never find Home was anywhere the rivers flowed Spent most of his days on the open road Couldn't find a reason to settle down Morning would find him in another town Standing still was too big a price to pay He wouldn't have it any other way He's a dying breed standing in the rain Longing for the sound of an old freight train Sometimes sleeping 'neath the stars above Living the life he's learned to love Got all he needs strapped across his back Too much up ahead to start looking back Live for the moment. Don't regret the past All the years go by so fast In a cheap hotel on a lonely night He felt the pain and the time was right He prayed Dear Jesus I'll no longer roam Tell my Father I'm coming home.