Children are laughing
in the sun
I count the voices

one by one
But I'm not there
to share the fun

I'm out on the interstate
I can hear
a soft voice calling

Calling me
to bring my guitar home.


I'm happy singing
in a crowd
The lights are bright,

the music's loud
I like to look
in every face

But out on the interstate
I can hear
a soft voice calling

Calling me
to bring my guitar home.


Out in the dusty
desert wind
The fox goes looking

for a friend
She sees a light
around the bend

I'm out on the interstate
I can hear
a soft voice calling

Calling me
to bring my guitar home.