We're headed home from the west coast, the sun is at our backs
I'm searching for your number in my bag
So much I want to tell you, so much that you should know
Like the color of the sky in Colorado
And the feeling of the ground beneath my shoes
The feeling of the ground beneath my shoes
The snow is falling lightly on the road
Every mile that we drive brings us closer to home
Coming down from the mountains I can see the sky is blue
It reminds me that I'm coming home to you
Rolling down the highway, the sun is sinking low
And I know that I'll be driving through the night
So much I want to tell you, so much that you should know
Like your favorite song is playing on the radio
And the Nashville skylines painting my rearview
The Nashville skylines painting my rearview
The rain is falling lightly on the road
Every mile that goes by brings us closer to home
Driving on the turnpike Boston's coming into view
It reminds me that I'm coming home to you
The rain is falling lightly on the road
Every mile that goes by brings us closer to home
Driving on the turnpike Boston's coming into view
It reminds me that I'm coming home to you
The sun is shining brightly on the road
Every mile that goes by brings us closer to home
Driving on the turnpike Boston's coming into view
It reminds me that I'm coming home to you
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home to you
I'm coming home to you, I'm coming home to you