It’s been a long while since I’ve been homenwatched my child grow thru the eyes of a telephonenthru the eyes of a telephonennow I feel like coming home nnthought I was walking the line guess I was running awayndesk clerk at the motel won’t give me the time of daynwon’t give me the time of daynnow I feel like coming homennevery waitress smilenevery airline milenevery Wal-Mart storenevery corporate whorenevery taxi cabnevery factory scabnevery traffic jamnreminds me who I amnand I feel like coming homennlistening to Dylan used to bring me downnnow it reminds me of a quiet little townnof a quiet little townnand I feel like coming homennevery local divenevery jewelry hivenevery shot I hearnevery hopeless tearnevery well dressed crooknevery hand I shooknevery grain of sandnreminds me who I amnand I feel like coming homennGonna wade right in that river and wash away my sinsnsmall towns they just smile and say ‘boy where you been’nthey say ‘boy just where you been’nwell now I’m coming home