Children are laughing
in the sun
I count the voices
one by one
But Im not there
to share the fun
Im out on the interstate
I can hear
a soft voice calling
Calling me
to bring my guitar home.
Im happy singing
in a crowd
The lights are bright,
the musics 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
Im out on the interstate
I can hear
a soft voice calling
Calling me
to bring my guitar home.
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