Cheap pack of Indian smokes
In the snow on the side of the road in Painted Post
Ditched my tribe for a ride on the wild west express
I just had to get out before I get older and wonder
Did I leave my best times behind?
Did I ditch the risk for the comfort?
Of home, Of home, Of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, Of home, Of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Buy a cheap fan at the drug store behind the precinct
On a hot night in the city dream of dragon flies in the cool country side
And at night the sky, the sky, the stars are bright, your eyes, my poor sight
And now we see the light
And now we see the light
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know
Of home, of home, of home
It’s the love that you will always know