Pull in to a rest stop;
You can always go back home.
Don't let the rest stop you;
You can always go back home.
Weary from the wheeling,
Feeling tired, tread upon, or worn.
Set upon by winter weather storms.
You aint lost, you can wander like fingers on a map
Anywhere on the globe, go your way.
You aint lost til you leave the milky way.
I never wanna go.
You can roam,
You can always go back home.
You can always go back home
If you have a hometown,
Whether wilted, whether thorn or rose,
Or flowering for now,
But a ghost town when the plant will close.
You aint lost, you can wander like fingers on a map
Anywhere on the globe, go your way
You aint lost til you leave the milky way.
I never wanna go.
You can roam,
You can always go back home