I like getting lost
I'll keep wandering off
How I love an open road
Gonna get outta dodge
Every chance I've got
You know how I long to go
You're the thorn in my traveling bone
You make it so hard to go
I don't mind kicking back
I'll throw my feet up and relax
Cozy up let time mosey by
But I just can't unfix my gaze
From that always drifting place
Where land touches sky
You're the stone in this old suitcase
You make me want to stay
When every road starts to look the same
And faces blend with normal names
And all I crave is that one and I could watch the lines grow on his face
You're the stone in this old suitcase
You make it so hard to go away
You're the thorn in my traveling bone
There's nothing quite like coming home