Letter Home Lyrics

Blue skies of April
An eighteen hour drive
Atlanta at Three-AM...New York City tonight
My home, my heart, my best friend
Life has been pretty good
Who am I kidding it's been grand
Chorus:
I've been thinkin' 'bout this and that
I've been thinkin' 'bout the way it should be
I've been thinkin' 'bout the weight of the world
I've been thinkin' 'bout the way it could be
Dog days of summer further on down the road
All the kids just keep on dancing long after the show
My road, my heart, my best friends
Life has been pretty strange
All the freaks are getting toasted on the range

(Chorus)

Getting ready to harvest
Workin' on a bridge
One more trip to the left coast
Wonderin' where it is
My home, my heart, my best friend
Never knew that it could be this way
Ah, what the hell did I know anyway?