It's been a long while since I've been home Watched my child grow thru the eyes of a telephone Thru the eyes of a telephone Now I feel like coming home Thought I was walking the line guess I was running away Desk clerk at the motel won't give me the time of day Won't give me the time of day Now I feel like coming home Every waitress smile Every airline mile Every Wal-Mart store Every corporate whore Every taxi cab Every factory scab Every traffic jam Reminds me who I am And I feel like coming home Listening to Dylan used to bring me down Now it reminds me of a quiet little town Of a quiet little town And I feel like coming home Every local dive Every jewelry hive Every shot I hear Every hopeless tear Every well dressed crook Every hand I shook Every grain of sand Reminds me who I am And I feel like coming home Gonna wade right in that river and wash away my sins Small towns they just smile and say 'boy where you been' They say 'boy just where you been' Well now I'm coming home