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.