The Getting Home

I'm pulling in the driveway while the neighbors backing out The dog is at the front door and the baby's up by now It's like singing your favorite song and forgetting all the lines We'll fall back in a rhythm, it might take a little time And it scares me, how easy it can be Getting use to leaving Getting use to coming down Getting use to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town You say I love you through the phone You know you been gone way too long The hard part is getting use to the getting home Sometimes I'm just a stranger with a suitcase on the floor My clothes don't even go into the dresser anymore I'm spinning somewhere inbetween a blessing and a curse Sometimes I've got to ask myself which one I'm putting first And it scares me, how easy it can be Getting use to leaving Getting use to coming down Getting use to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town You say I love you through the phone You know you been gone way too long Yeah, the hard part is getting use to the getting home I'm tired of having to say "I hate I missed it" To be here in Chicago playing for tips and two drink tickets I'm hoping that the climb just might be worth the fall When I'm home I miss the road and when I'm on the road I miss it all I miss it all Getting use to leaving Getting use to coming down Getting use to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town You say I love you through the phone You know you been gone way too long Yeah, the hard part is getting use to the getting home The getting home The getting home