Stepped off the train under the Spanish Moss
The weeping of the willows,
I felt the sting of winter on my face
Til it was buried in my pillows.
I guess I'll figure out what I'm
what I'm doing here
The open road is calling,
But it's better to be standing here
Then for you to see me falling

And I thank God for the train
That brought me to Savannah
And I'm better here alone
Then there where I can't have ya
But it gets a little lonely
Out in the great unknown
And there's a yellow rose I'm missing
A little north of Waco
I guess I just never believed that this was gonna take so long for me
to find my way back home.
So I'll find my way back home

There a man on River Street
Begging for some change
And I'm here down on my knees
Praying it could stay the same
I've got no money in my pocket
And I'm walking in the rain
And my heart keeps beating
2000 miles away
And I think about the morning I woke
And you were gone
And I'm not even sure that I can carry on
I'm fighting off the demons that carried you away
And I hope to see the sunrise on another lonely Day
And I thank God for the train
That brought me to Savannah
And I'm better here alone
Then there where I can't have ya
But it gets a little lonely
Out in the great unknown
And there's a yellow rose I'm missing
A little north of Waco
I guess I just never believed that this was gonna take so long for me
to find my way back home.
So I'll find my way back home