Steering myself home so late Sinking in my seat a long way home I'm sorry, I said I wouldn't be late Skipping puts my head up on straight Closer to the road, an empty picture you can't seal Call you way back home to put a patch over your wheel To know just for today I'm pulling you away A lighthouse shining down my way Feel the golden color on your face A big black spinning ocean highway It's easy to get lost in the race Freight train thoughts like missiles going a hundred miles an hour Watch the thorns and thistles if they turn your feelings sour A piece to fill the hole Somewhere down in my soul