If you can call what we got last night sleep

Well we got a few hours

Blurred lines, I’m fighting like hell, to try and keep my eyes open

We’re always Running from, running to, running late, or running out of

It’s the return that keeps us going


We’ve been gone for way too long

Can’t count all the roads We’ve been down

Try to keep it between the ditches til the Dolly Parton Bridge is in the front window

We’ve been gone for way too long

Can’t count all the roads We’ve been down

But now We’re a stone’s throw

A stone’s throw away from home


Been counting down the hours for hours

Now so close we can almost taste it

Only 20 odd, mile markers, left for us to pass

Everything, that we’ve been missing, needing, and wanting, is just ahead waiting

Giving us even more reason, to drive slower leaving than we do coming back



We’ve been gone for way too long

Can’t count all the roads I’ve been down

Try to keep it between the ditches til the Dolly Parton Bridge is in the front window

We’ve been gone for way too long

Can’t count all the roads I’ve been down

And now We’re a stone’s throw

A stone’s throw from home