Lyrics:

Tumbling in a tin can through the west-bound lanes of rush hour

Under dark December skies

The sunsets cold and rosy, painting fire on the highway

That reflects up in my eyes

Moving Homes and highway signs
Ghosts upon the road

I always get this feeling going home

Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel

Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel

Eighteen hours and fifteen minutes, glued behind the engine

I am flying on the ground

Captured in my rear-view, history plays on the horizon

Like a film without the sound

Days are stained with traveling

Started long ago

I always get this feeling going home

Back home, where my life unwinds, where I find the time to feel

Home, turn the headlights off and let go of the wheel

Home, where the road slips by the moon above the fields

Home, turn the headlights off, close my eyes and let go of the wheel