Waiting at the station for a train I wonder
How many times I’ve gone from town to town
And never found a home
Well, maybe I don’t need one
Cuz it’s never here or there it’s in between
When I have found the road holds something sweet
It helps me get along
So I keep moving on
And when I’m gone is when I have gone home
I’ll send a post card, leave some sign
How I feel, what’s on my mind
As I blur the borderlines
Maybe Heaven’s not a city it’s a road with no end
If there’s a God, he’ll understand my need for going
On and on and on
In the whistle of the train He’ll sing along
And when I’m gone is when I have gone home
