Interstate

Children are laughing

In the sun

I count the voices

One by one

But I'm not there

To share the fun

I'm out on the interstate

I can hear

A soft voice calling

Calling me

To bring my guitar home.

I'm happy singing

In a crowd

The lights are bright,

The music's loud

I like to look

In every face

But out on the interstate

I can hear

A soft voice calling

Calling me

To bring my guitar home.

Out in the dusty

Desert wind

The fox goes looking

For a friend

She sees a light

Around the bend

I'm out on the interstate

I can hear

A soft voice calling

Calling me

To bring my guitar home.