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