Half way down to Kaslo, now this van is smelling weird There's a love song on the radio, I'm wishing you were here I've seen all the insides of the towns you roll right through And nothing's quite like coming home to you The hippies don't take showers, all the vagabonds are drunk There's no time for moderation when you're living month to month I've been to every gas station from here to Saskatoon And nothing's quite like coming home to you Home to you Home to you There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots And nothing's quite like coming home to you The bars are full of weirdos, there's this book that they all quote Of every shitty pickup line and every shitty joke I leave every party even bluer than a bruise And nothing's quite like coming home to you Home to you Home to you There's a place I know that I can rest my tired boots And nothing's quite like coming home to you I guess I'm still a baby, never got a proper job I just started strumming ballads and I never really stopped I'd like to think a tumbleweed could learn to grow some roots And nothing's quite like coming home to you Nothing's quite like coming home to you