Your my highway girl,
I'm your backroad boy,
And you've become my joy

But when you see jet trails
your heart longs for rails
And steel and carriage wheels

And your mind takes wing
And your feet sing
For places they have never been

And I'm here hoping
That the trails on my arms
And the tales in my mind

Will be too much
To touch
And leave behind

So if you'll pack your bags
Put me in too
Cause home isn't home
Unless I'm home with you.