The highway signs
The yellow lines
Rollin’ out and under by the thousands
The desert nights
The city lights
I left to be a ramblin’ cowboy

Sayin’ so long
With one last song
Is the best way to keep from marrying
But staying strong
When it all goes wrong
Is a weight I’m pretty used to carrying

I think of you at night
When the world is absent light
When everything’s so quiet and so lonesome
You’re the cigarette
That I just can’t kick
I’m homesick

Ah, babe, we had it good
Underneath the hood
Was an engine well-greased and purrin’
And I fell that yawn
A-callin’ me on
To somewhere strange and allurin’
And every mile
Is so worthwhile
When there’s someone out there who will meet you
And I pretend
That my heart did mend
But sometimes the road can defeat you
Well I think of you at dawn
When the sun is barely on
When even birds of morning have a sturdy grasp upon
A branch
A home
A silent little song
When everything’s so quiet and so lonesome
You’re the cigarette
That I just can’t kick
I’m homesick

All these phantom pains
Runnin’ in my veins
Are proof that my skin is not as thick
You’re the last silhouette
Before the sun does set
I’m homesick