On this one winter daynLet's circle 'round your home townnWork's got you hanging lownYou need a breaknnOh, how I wish you wouldnShow me your childhoodnThe malls where you posenStill lawns that you claimednnAnd this home must be worth its weight in goldnWe'll never know, we'll never knownWell, not till it's gonennAnd still, I'd rather have your hand to holdnOh this I know, yes, this I knownI'm going to hold onnnThe roses blowed right off their hillsnWe'll hang our headsnLike daffodilsnTeapot cruisenOh, even twonOh, we have to leave so soonnNow we're gonennShow me the valley whennYour sister says you stole orangesnLong leafy branches bendnLet's leave them therennTakin' the highway homenSmilin' on the mobile phonenTail-lights burn lattices into the nightnnAnd this road might be worth its weight in goldnWe'll never know, we'll never knownWell, not till it's gonennAnd still, I'd rather have your hand to holdnAll of the gold I'd care to ownnShines here in your palm