These steps they remind me of places that I used to know,   The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe,   The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke,   And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,   With log cabins lining a dirt road,   When my obligations were in the snow,      I miss home and I miss you,   When there's no one around and nothing to do,      And I still remember those weekends when I was nine,   And four hours seemed like a lifetime,   But look out the window son, you'll be fine,   And I traced the railroad through mountains and watched the trees,   The white powder resting on their leaves,   As I pulled a blanket over my knees,      Oh, I miss home and I miss you,   When there's no one around and nothing to do,   And I know that you're keeping busy too,   But I miss home and I miss you,