Tucumcari Me Home

Later on Turning left from Tucumcari what the heck was I to do? So I ditched all my belongings and headed out beneath the moon There's nowhere I can steer but wrong So I abandoned my jalopy to find some other way to a place Where I belong Well, I hope you didn't mean it when you said I was a fool Even with the best intentions words can often cut so cruel I never meant to steer you wrong We've gone our separate ways and I'll surely be amazed When I finally find that place Where I belong I'll stick out my thumb holding out a cardboard sign that says "or Bust" Beneath the words, written out ever so legibly so there's no question you can read it Even at high speed before you zip right on past me With a big, thick, black, Sharpie marker, my cardboard sign will say "Where I belong" I always seem to steer me wrong So I'll stick out my thumb and hope to hitch a ride To a place where I belong Still later on Turning right from Tucumcari, maybe I can find my way To a place where no one ever says things they didn't mean to say This road trip sure is getting long And I hope it finally leads to a mystical enchanted place Where I belong