Tumbling in a tin can through the west-bound lanes of rush hour
Under dark December skies
The sunsets cold and rosy, painting fire on the highway
That reflects up in my eyes
Moving Homes and highway signs
Ghosts upon the road
I always get this feeling going home
Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel
Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel
Eighteen hours and fifteen minutes, glued behind the engine
I am flying on the ground
Captured in my rear-view, history plays on the horizon
Like a film without the sound
Days are stained with traveling
Started long ago
I always get this feeling going home
Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel
Home, turn the headlights off and let go of the wheel
Home, where the road slips by the moon above the fields
Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel