I’ve got plans but the night is gone

Empty glasses on the kitchen counter

I’ve got a brother and the bond is strong

But the drive takes forever and the flight delays are longer

I’ve got a mother blowing up my phone

My father grilling quarter pounders

My sister feeds her child at home as I wander

But if it weren’t for that

I swear I’d be alone

When you’re torn between two places

It’s the road that feels like home

I’ve spent my life too carefully

And it costs when you go cheap

Like the bottom shelf bourbon always tastes like gasoline

The schedule keeps me organized

But it doesn’t keep me free

Like the discount saves me nothing

If it’s something I don’t need

But if it weren’t for that

I swear I’d be alone

When you’re torn between two places

It’s the road that feels like home

But if it weren’t for that

I swear I’d be alone

When you’re torn between two places

It’s the road that feels like home