It’s been a long while since I’ve been home   watched my child grow thru the eyes of a telephone   thru the eyes of a telephone   now I feel like coming home       thought I was walking the line guess I was running away   desk clerk at the motel won’t give me the time of day   won’t give me the time of day   now I feel like coming home      every waitress smile   every airline mile   every Wal-Mart store   every corporate whore   every taxi cab   every factory scab   every traffic jam   reminds me who I am   and I feel like coming home      listening to Dylan used to bring me down   now it reminds me of a quiet little town   of a quiet little town   and I feel like coming home      every local dive   every jewelry hive   every shot I hear   every hopeless tear   every well dressed crook   every hand I shook   every grain of sand   reminds me who I am   and I feel like coming home      Gonna wade right in that river and wash away my sins   small towns they just smile and say ‘boy where you been’   they say ‘boy just where you been’   well now I’m coming home