The Road Home

(альбом: Country Club - 1989)

Full moon rising over Atlanta
And I'm fourteen stories high
Looking down on a street full of people
Just like bees in a hive.

Lord, sometimes I feel just like a number
Like somebody lost my name
I just couldn't wait to get here to the city
Now I can't remember why I came.

[Chorus:]
And the road home keeps on getting longer
Old friends and yesterday's are further away
And that old home grown felling's getting stronger
Saying I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

Cattails growing down by the river
So crystal clear in my mind
And there's a song that I still remember
Sung by the wind in the pines.

Lord, the people ain't never in a hurry
Ain't never bothered by time
They just take their troubles and all of their worries
And hang 'em on the end of a fishing line.

[Chorus:]
And the road home keeps on getting longer
Old friends and yesterday's are further away
And that old home grown felling's getting stronger
Saying I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

[Instrumental]

[Chorus:]
And the road home keeps on getting longer
Old friends and yesterday's are further away
And that old home grown felling's getting stronger
Saying I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

[Chorus:]
And the road home keeps on getting longer
Old friends and yesterday's are further away
And that old home grown felling's getting stronger
Saying I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday.

Saying I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday...