I'm packing up to sing my songs
All these towns blend into one
I'm somewhere in Madrid
I got here on crowded trains
With old guitars and a famous name
Running like a kid, I'm running like a kid

I carry 'round this old backpack
Full of CDs and Kerouac
Living on the road
I left my heart on the coast of Wales
With the boy I met at the last hotel
But I had to let him go

That's when I was searching
I'm not searching anymore
That's when I was learning
About the things worth living for
Before I was open
Before I knew I couldn't live a day
Without you

I moved out west where the starlets play
On the boulevards of west L.A
And I tried to make a name
But it never felt like home to me
So I drove three days back to Tennessee
In a slow and steady rain