Children are laughing in the sun    I count the voices one by one    But I'm not there to share the fun    I'm out on the interstate    I can hear a soft voice calling    Calling me to bring my guitar home.       I'm happy singing in a crowd    The lights are bright, the music's loud    I like to look in every face    But out on the interstate    I can hear a soft voice calling    Calling me to bring my guitar home.       Out in the dusty desert wind    The fox goes looking for a friend    She sees a light around the bend    I'm out on the interstate    I can hear a soft voice calling    Calling me to bring my guitar home.