And my, you take the home life. You take the home life. And you take my hand. Take my hand. Look me in the eyes now darlin’ and try to understand. I’m a good man when I’m standing still on two legs. I’m a good man and I think that’s why you stick around me now but we both know in a week or so, I’ll call you up from someplace all self righteous and arrogant and I’ll ask you how you are doing and be so caught up in my own stuff…I will sense the weakness in you because you’ve been staying in the same house in the same room looking around at all my stuff and speaking for me and saying “We don’t know where he is” and you’ll hang up the phone and you’ll lay in the bed and I’ll hang up the phone and I’ll go out instead and I’ll be thinking of you but you won’t know. Because your brain won’t let you have it, and all your friends at work they’ll tell you that I’m straying, I’m straying and you’re just a stupid lunatic for staying but I know…
I’m in the middle of nowhere. 50 miles to nothing behind me, 50 miles to something in front of me, laying in my bunk - home sick and car sick and music sick and dreaming about the home life.
Dreaming about my whole life.
Dreaming about making you my wife and dreaming about the home life.
Dreaming about the home life. oh dreaming about the home life.
You take the home life. Oh, I come back for the home life.
Just me and you in the home life, I promise someday soon…