These steps they remind me of places that I used to know, The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe, The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke, And these bricks remind me of places I used to go, With log cabins lining a dirt road, When my obligations were in the snow, I miss home and I miss you, When there's no one around and nothing to do, And I still remember those weekends when I was nine, And four hours seemed like a lifetime, But look out the window son, you'll be fine, And I traced the railroad through mountains and watched the trees, The white powder resting on their leaves, As I pulled a blanket over my knees, Oh, I miss home and I miss you, When there's no one around and nothing to do, And I know that you're keeping busy too, But I miss home and I miss you,