I am just the pen and paper, you are all the words that come to me
I look around and nothing’s there, you turn the light on, suddenly I see
I see that home is not a place, no, it’s a feeling that you get once in a while
I see you everywhere I go, you are the heart that beats in everything I find
No, I can’t help it, I’m a traveling soul
Like that river running, I was born to go
But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead
You’ll still be home to me
In my brain there is a tennis ball of nerves until I feel you by my side
The ghosts inside me go to sleep and the better part of who I am comes alive
No, I can’t help it, I’m a traveling soul
Like that river running, I was born to go
But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead
You’ll still be home to me
I’ve seen waterfalls and alleyways, eastern shores and western waves
And treasure troves of truck stop finds along the way
I’ve seen fields of gold and fireflies, southern stars and northern lights
And home is still the love that I see in your eyes
No, I can’t help it, I’m a traveling soul
Like that river running, I was born to go
But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead
You’ll still be home to me
Yeah, you’ll still be home to me