I've got plans but the night is gone
Empty glasses on the kitchen counter
I've got a brother and the bond is strong
But the drive takes forever and the flight delays are longer
I've got a mother blowing up my phone
My father grilling quarter pounders
My sister feeds her child at home as I wander
But if it weren't for that
I swear I'd be alone
When you're torn between two places
It's the road that feels like home
I've spent my life too carefully
And it costs when you go cheap
Like the bottom shelf bourbon always tastes like gasoline
The schedule keeps me organized
But it doesn't keep me free
Like the discount saves me nothing
If it's something I don't need
But if it weren't for that
I swear I'd be alone
When you're torn between two places
It's the road that feels like home
But if it weren't for that
I swear I'd be alone
When you're torn between two places
It's the road that feels like home