I hear something hanging on the wind

I see black smoke up around the bend

I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home

The leaves have changed a time or two

Since the last time a train came through

I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home



My Father's father's blood is on the track

A sweat refrain drifts in from the past

I've got my ticket and I'm going to go home

The winding roads they led me here

Burn like coal and dry like tears

So here's my hope

My tired soul

And here's my ticket I want to go home

Home, home, home