The Things We Call 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 mailbox, 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