[Verse 1] I left with a duffel bag And a coat too thin for rain Mama packed an orange For the road and my name The bus kept rolling west Past fields gone pale and brown I watched the last stop sign Disappear from town [Verse 2] Years piled up like lumber In a shed behind the barn I learned the shape of cities And the weight of being far But every Sunday supper Lived inside my head The sound of forks and laughter Pulling me ahead [Pre-Chorus] Now the map is folding In my pocket, worn and small I can smell the hay fields I can hear that screen door call [Chorus] I’m going back home Going back home Where the old red porch light Waits alone I’m going back home Going back home To the moss on the gate And the hands I know [Verse 3] The county line came early By a little gas station sign I bought a cup of bad coffee And left it half behind The gravel shook the tires As the sycamores leaned in And every bend I took Felt like childhood again [Pre-Chorus] Now the map is folding In my pocket, worn and small I can smell the hay fields I can hear that screen door call [Chorus] I’m going back home Going back home Where the old red porch light Waits alone I’m going back home Going back home To the moss on the gate And the hands I know [Bridge] If the house is quieter Than the one I kept in mind Let the silence hold me Let it take its time I’ll stand in the doorway Let the evening settle down And thank the road for turning To my little town [Final Chorus] I’m going back home Going back home Where the old red porch light Waits alone I’m going back home Going back home To the moss on the gate And the hands I know [Outro] Yeah, I’m going back home Back where I belong