The jacket's in the car if you decide you're getting cold
A stripe, a line, a fade design,
This fountain light is made of gold

And your saving your coins for someplace
That you think you'll love
And your saving your last words for someone

Who knows what they're made of
You're my way home
You're my way home

There's muscles in your hands
That keep the music flowing, flowing
Until those sleepy heads are gone

And I wake up with sound in my head
I don't remember what happened last night, or what I said
But you're my way home

You're my way home
You're my way
Home, home, home

You're my way
Home, home, home
You're my way