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.