There’s a point, way out, past the present tense,
where our weeks away make a lot less sense.
But for now, we work with our time apart,
with a tired mind, with a hungry heart
For when your wheels roll home,
when your wheels roll home,
when your wheels roll home,
no more you roam.
Don’t go before you leave,
every second we got, we gotta make believe
that you’ll be right back, like you never left,
like you mailed yourself to your return address
In a self-stamped envelope,
you’ll revolve ‘round the globe,
But when your wheels roll home,
when your wheels roll home,
when your wheels roll home,
no more you roam.
