The Things We Call Home

"This is a song that I wrote over the span of several years. I would just write a line every once in a while, when we were on the road or when I'd be feeling nostalgic for the town where I grew up. As someone who spent my first seventeen years living in the same house (and after a short period of transiency, the past ten years in my current home), I'm a nester. But I like to travel too and it's funny how the lack of consistency becomes consistent and even the familiarity of a truck stop or a hotel can feel like home."

I followed you down to your old home town
saw the tears in your eyes as you stood and looked around
you said, everything's different
but it was all the same
I guess there's nothing like distance to show us how we've changed

A drug store, a mail box, a sign on the road
ain't it funny the things that we call home?

I get tired of driving, my eyes start to close
there's a diner ahead with lights in the window
I pull up to the counter
order a cup of coffee black
there's an old man beside me
he makes the waitress laugh

a truck stop, a juke box, the lines on the road
ain't it funny the things that we call home?

All of the hours I've spent away from you
thinking that that's just what I'm built to do
a good night, your blue eyes saying "Baby don't go"
it's funny the things that we call home
oh it's crazy the things that we call home