West of town
On the 1804
Amber shine
Of the grassy buttes
Clouds break
And the sun's headed west
Last ash of my cigarette
Takes a ride on the breeze
I squint my eyes
And the sun makes me sneeze
I'm going home
Someday
I'm going home
Some way
I'm going home
Someday
I'm going home
Please stay
And i'll be damned
That sliver moon and lonely star
High above the prairie
I admire from afar
As I drive before the mass light
In the vast dark of early morn'
Everything sparkles
As the sun returns
I'm going home
Someday
I'm going home
Some way
I'm going home
Someday
I'm going home
Please wait