Home's Where She Is

Another night shift bleedin' into dawn. Steel boots on the gravel draggin' me along.

Clock out at the gate, sky turnin' gray. Head to a lonely room thirty

miles away. Fall into that borrowed bed. Just a place to rest my

head, missin' her more than sleep. Every "I miss you"

cuts a little too deep. And I'm tired of livin' life in between.

Two weeks up here feel like eternity. She's back at home where I

should be, but I'm in this empty bed instead. Lay my head

down and try to sleep, but there ain't enough sheep to change