out here on the road surrounded yet still alone but i can t complain 3000 miles separates me from my center stone the only thing that could fill this hole lined up my best intentions i gave it half a chance now no one else i mention even worth a second glance any day now we ll be way out in the country where we get to be who we really are being ourselves i m counting the days i like the view out our window bucolic and peaceful everyday there are mountains and sometimes the ocean but i d give it all up for the things i truly adore what i see when i turn and look inside our home home home ho ome home home ho ome mmm inside our home home home ho ome home home ho ome mmm inside our home and somehow strange as it may it s harder for the one who stays but you don t complain the thoughts and doubts are there to keep you company for days you rise above and somehow carry the wait  any day now i ll be back out in the county where i get to feel alone when it s just us being ourselves i m counting the days i like the view out our window bucolic and peaceful everyday there are mountains and sometimes the ocean but i d give it all up for the things i truly adore what i see when i turn and look inside our home home home wanna be home it gets rougher than rough harder than this i don t know what could be but you just take it on easily there s nothing so worth it imperfectly perfect home home ho ome home home ho ome mmm inside our home home home ho ome home home ho ome mmm inside our home home home ho ome home home ho ome mmm inside our home