Toward Home

Insecurities abound, it seems. I always try to have enough gas in the jeep to make it home without stopping. Just in case....

Toward Home

Fog is layin' on the trees
Sun is swingin' low
Took my time a-gittin' here
Headed back as fast as I can go
And I’ll be feelin’ fine
and load it out my mind
Soon as I catch sight
Of that Hocking County line

‘cause 'I’m jus’ workin’ toward home
Work my way on down this road
‘til I can pull into the drive,
See my baby’s smile, and tuck into her arms
Dog sniffin’ on the tires
Checkin’ out jus’ where I been
They don’t tell time the way we do
But I’m more like them, than I’m like you
‘cause in the mornin’ when I go
Get jus’ ten miles off the farm
It’s already been a long, long while
An’ I jus’ wanna turn aroun’
But I got ninety more to drive
Then ten hours on the job
An’ it wears its way real thin
But lookin’ back on where I been
Love and Love's been on my side

(Chorus)
An’ I don’t know why
But I’m more connected all the time
Can’t stray too far
From my baby’s arms
An' everything is fine
take a load right off my mind
Soon as I catch sight
Of that Hocking County line

It’s another do and die
You push the good on thru the bad
Might be 'nother damn cliché, but one fine sunny day
I’ll turn it ‘round and take it home
One fine day,
I’ll do it right and stay

(Chorus)

An’ I’m jus’ workin’ toward home
Work my way on down this road
‘til I can pull into the drive, see my baby’s smile
And fold into her arms
Dog sniffin’ on the tires
Checkin’ out jus’ where I been
They don’t tell time the way we do
But I’m more like them, than I’m like you…
I’m more like them

© Daniel Dain, 2006.