Time has moved so fast
that we're not living in the 80's anymore
And all the friends I've gathered
along the way

have slowly started to disappear
One...by...One

And this old pattern
of moving from job to job
Is becoming a bore

So turn up the radio
and drive another 1000 miles

I'm still filling up this old backpack
with silver tins of sand
Each one labeled
from all the beaches I've been to

...So many different places

If you asked me where home is
I'd tell you I don't know

'Cause I've been to Albuquerque
Japan, and everywhere else
around this globe

I am a wanderer
My home is the road