Jesse, go to sleep 
We're still a long way off 
I'm just filling Junior up at Texaco 
There's a schedule that we've got to keep 
And every time we're late, I think 
But every time we've made it to the show 
So don't you cry 

See Aedan, he's alright 
He's laughing on the stage 
And the people stop and tell me that he's fine 
It's one more night at the Hampton Inn 
It's breakfast on the house again 
Well, it isn't home, but it'll do just fine 
Still, it isn't home 

We've got planes to catch, bills to pay 
We won't make it home today 
We've got shows from Boston clear to Venus 
But if America is listening, as long as I've got songs to sing 
We can always make a home right here between us 
Well, your mama's got her eyes on you 
And mine are on the road 
And Gabe's are staring off at Kansas City 
We'd all swear that it's a precious view 
That's seen by such a precious few 
And it'll change you just as sure as it is pretty 
But that ain't a bad thing 

CHORUS 

Well I've never seen the spirit wind, 
but I have seen the tall grass bend 
So I'll follow it wherever it may bring us 
And as long as I've got songs to sing 
I hope somebody's listening 
'Cause we can always find a home right here between us 
So don't you cry