Almost Home

Miles of empty skies and ever winding streets So incomplete and all alone When I close my eyes I always see your face I hear your voice I'm almost home Well I've always been an in and out sorta fella And my mind gets to roamin' I guess But when I'm far away I can still see that day And you in that little white dress Remember that flat tire out on Route 41 We had to thumb a ride in the rain And when we went swimmin' naked in your old man's pond Drunk and singin' Sweet Jane Miles of empty skies and ever winding streets So incomplete and all alone When I close my eyes I always see your face I hear your voice I'm almost home Those long bus station nights, always checking flights Wrapped up in my sleeping bag beneath the city lights Another rest stop, another toll Another time zone, another bowl Miles of empty skies and ever winding streets So incomplete and all alone When I close my eyes I always see your face I hear your voice I'm almost home Now I'm far across the water, longin' to be warm You're my shelter from danger, my anchor in the storm But it's hard to set down some roots When you always got mud on your boots When you always got mud on your boots Miles of empty skies and ever winding streets So incomplete and all alone When I close my eyes I always see your face I hear your voice I'm almost home I hear your voice I'm almost home I hear your voice I'm almost home