Everywhere but Home

Out here chasing my dreams I've seen more of these roads Than this truck was built to see I don't even know Where the hell I am I've been everywhere But nowhere close to you O I've been everywhere Everywhere but home I miss that front porch And the ice cold beer in the fridge More than anything I miss that warm bed With you cuddled up to me All I can do to stay sane Is smoke another joint So I don't break down on stage I drink my self to sleep And hope you're in my dreams