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(ooh-ooh-ooh) Sunlight cutting through the motel blinds
Yesterday's postcards left behind
Cereal boxes piled up in the back
Quiet little yawns from the sleeping pack Handing back the heavy metal
room key
One last polaroid of the family
Motel keys sitting on the dash
A child's drawing taped behind the glass (mmmmm)
And the road is opening wide and clear
We are not leaving this road behind
We are carrying the miles in our mind
Every highway bend and morning glow We are taking the journey home (yeah)
Fading neon sign in the morning haze
Tracing map lines of our golden days
Tired little eyes watching trees roll by
We're driving straight into the open sky With the memories packed in
every single bag
We are not leaving this road behind
We are carrying the miles in our mind
Every highway bend and morning glow
We are taking the journey home (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, the road is a thread that binds us tight
Through the longest day and the darkest night
Now the home fires are waiting just ahead With every single beautiful
word we said (yeah!)
We are taking it
home... (hummmm)
Just taking it home