Throw my clothes in a suitcase
I see you standing there with a couple tears rolling down your face
And it kills me to know that
No, I gotta go, gotta hit the road, gotta make the shows
And make the bucks that keeps filling the trucks
Lights on at home
But when I get back, baby, I know
Know that you're waiting for me, baby
Know that that porch light is still calling my name, oh
Know that the warm side of our sheets where we sleep
Will still be warm when I get back
And I can't wait to get back to you
Hit the lights down the highway
I'm surviving all of caffeine, baby, and God's grace
You say it's gonna kill me and I know that
I still gotta go, gotta hit the road, gotta make the shows
And make the bucks that keeps filling the trucks
Lights on at home
But when I get back, baby, I know
Know that you're waiting for me, baby
Know that that porch light is still calling my name, oh
Know that the warm side of our sheets where we sleep
Will still be warm when I get back
And I can't wait to get back cause I'm
Missing you when I'm gone
These days, feel too lone
I'm out here chasing these songs
When my best one's right at home waiting for me
Missing you when I'm gone
These days, feel too lone
I'm out here chasing these songs
When my best one's right at home waiting for me
I know that you're waiting for me, baby
Know that that porch light is still calling my name, oh
Know that the warm side of our sheets where we sleep
Will still be warm when I get back
And I can't wait to get back to you
And I can't wait to get back to you
And I can't wait to get back to you
