Wipe the steam from the window, see the rain fall into a city street below Everybody's in a hurry, on the move, people to see, places to go And I, I just wanna be home Another rundown motel room, a squeaky fan, a 40 dollar view Watching the trees, dancing with the breeze, banging on this guitar, thinking I, I wanna be home Because the smell you get in the afternoon when the summer rain hits the black top A sweet sensation on its own And a school bell ringing through the halls Paints a familiar backdrop and holds a thousand memories of home So much time I spend away, get another dollar from another day But I am my father's son, I stay at work 'til the job is done But I, I wanna be home 'Cause the smell you get in the afternoon when the summer rain hits the black top Is a sweet sensation on its own There's a school bell ringing through the halls Paints a familiar backdrop and it holds a thousand memories of home ♪ Mumma's in the kitchen with her apron on And the Sunday smell of a fresh cut lawn My little house, my family was born, is calling me It's calling me It's calling me Back home Ooh, yeah ♪ I am my father's son