Windshield reflections from rattling dashboards Trinkets from truck stops in places we don't know Montreal skyline is stunning in the spring Makes me remember there's something worth keeping And when the bars close I'll bring it all home back to you
Unopened stamp books and unaddressed post cards Wish I was better at finishing what I start A life on the run is so much more forgiving Than places and people that I left for living But down this highway I will still wait on for you
And when I've seen this world I won't wander any more Still it's nothing without you So darling if you're home, would you mind picking up the phone? Because I've got something to say
