There's a storm across the valley,
clouds are rolling in.
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There's a truck out on the four lane,
a mile or so away.
And the whining of his wheels just makes it colder.
He's an hour away from riding,
on your prayers up in the sky.
And ten days on the road
are barely gone.
There's a fire softly burning,
and supper's
on the stove.
But it's the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
And hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
Well there's all the news to tell him,
how'd you spend your time?
And what's the latest thing the neighbors say?
And your mother called last Friday,
sunshine made her cry.
And you felt the baby move just yesterday.
And hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
And oh,
the time that I can lay this tired old body down.
And feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
The kisses that I live for,
the love that lights my way.
The happiness that living with you brings me.
It's the sweetest thing I know of,
to spend time with you.
It's the little things that makes a house a home.
Like a fire softly burning,
and supper on the stove.
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.
And hey, it's good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.