Tumbling in a tin can through the west-bound lanes of rush hour Under dark December skies The sunsets cold and rosy, painting fire on the highway That reflects up in my eyes Moving Homes and highway signs Ghosts upon the road I always get this feeling going home Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel Eighteen hours and fifteen minutes, glued behind the engine I am flying on the ground Captured in my rear-view, history plays on the horizon Like a film without the sound Days are stained with traveling Started long ago I always get this feeling going home Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel Home, turn the headlights off and let go of the wheel Home, where the road slips by the moon above the fields Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel