A Dream of Home

Oh the year blew past And there was nothing you could hold Except for all the things I told you Were worth holding onto And all the fields were rolling by And you could watch them from the side You never lay there in the long nights of the summer Then I got home By then the fall had come Three seasons passed since I had seen her There's a hotel room And there's a window to the roof The glass is coated up in smoke and it won't open And I knew you were asleep And the wind blew through the screen And the noise up from the street had finally faded When I got home The days had all grown cold And the trees pointed out into the winter There's a dream of home For those that work out on the road And there's a vision of the road for all the others I can tell you what I've seen Because I've been at both extremes There'll be a time you will wish you could trade your life for another You'd better know where you're going babe Before you go You'd better know where you're going babe Before you go You'd better know where you're going babe Before you go You'd better know where you're going babe Before you go You'd better know where you're going babe Before you go