Children are laughing in the sun, I count the voices one by one,
But I'm not there to share the fun,
I'm out on the interstate, I can hear a soft voice calling,
Calling me to bring my guitar home
In the dusty desert wind the fox goes lookin' for a friend She sees a light around the bend, It's me I'm on the interstate, I can hear a soft voice calling, Calling me to bring my guitar home
I'm happy singing in a crowd, the lights are bright the music's loud I like to look in every face But out on the interstate... etc.