Runnin like a frieght train, rollin as fast as we can   One more mountain, just around the bend   Soarin like an eagle, but never high, we'll never know   Well it's one more rest stop, then it's off to the show      We drove through the dark past, as many did   Still movin fast...   A lonesome shot of highways, but this one's gonna pass   Climbin on the last peak, and the last train, yeah boarded down...   We found our destination, in this sorry little town...      HOPE...We make it home tonight   HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...      So we started pickin, and the doorman, he winks an eye   We won the crowd approval, but still we gonna die   So I looked toward the dobro, and to the bass   He rang a note...   A blanket of sorrows, let's head on down the road...      Rollin like a frieght train, headed home, not lookin back   The sheriff right behind us, he's ready to attack   Headin back a short cut, and the dirt roads   Will lead the way   Stop and rest the next town, before we gotta play      HOPE...We make it home tonight   HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...      We found our ole homestead, and we found a place   To lay our heads   Yeah, no more pickin, for those cowboys again   We'll stick to the good ones and for a buck   We'll sing a song   Please will you excuse us, cuz we won't be stayin long      HOPE...We make it home tonight   HOPE...We make it home alive, live, live...