I don’t remember what it’s like to feel at home
Can’t remember the names of where I’ve been
Can’t seem to place all the familiar faces
Or chronicle all of the whys and whens
But I know that there’s a somewhere that fits me
Like a glove, or maybe mittens from youth
And I’ll know, yes I’ll know when I’m homebound
Like weary eyes can always follow truth

And when the road forks, you’ll go left
Like the secrets or the promises that you’ve kept
And as the world stretches out in your headlights
I hate to tell you I was right

I don’t remember what it’s like to be lonely
Sometimes lonely is all I have to be
Maybe sometimes silence speaks too loudly
And sometimes it takes more than one voice to sing
So as I drive this lonesome southern highway
I think of just how close I really came
The thoughts keep wafting through my head
I know that things will never be the same

And when the road forks, you’ll go left
Like the secrets or the promises that you’ve kept
And as the world stretches out in your headlights
I hate to tell you I was right

I can’t remember what it’s like to cry
Can’t remember all the things I’ve left undone
Can’t seem to come to terms with the world’s turning
Or simplistic reasons for everything and everyone
But I know there are other souls searching
Beneath this endless twilight sky
And sometimes you’ve just got to say hello
Before you can learn to say goodbye