Track 6 of the album Second Wind Motel · 2012
Homesick at the Truck Stop Pay Phone
“Three states from my mother's kitchen with the rain on the glass, I wrote this standing in line at a pay phone. I called her after.”
americana · americana · homesick ballad · 3:39
Lyrics
Three states from the kitchen where I grew Rain on the glass and the diesel too I miss the creak of the screen door spring And my mother's voice when the supper bell rings The map on the dash says I'm far from home Eight hundred miles and the tires have grown Tired of the sound of the same old road Still got a pocket full of change to hold Oh, I'm homesick but I'm headed home Every mile marker is a stepping stone There's a porch and a light and a place I'm known Homesick, but I'm headed home Pay phone ringin' in a quiet hall Dad picks up and says, "Is that you, son?" I can't say a thing for a minute or two Just listen to him say, "We love you" Oh, I'm homesick but I'm headed home Every mile marker is a stepping stone There's a porch and a light and a place I'm known Homesick, but I'm headed home Some folks run to find what they need Some folks run to find where they've been I found the answer in a ringing line Home is the voice that says, "You're fine" Oh, I'm homesick but I'm headed home Every mile marker is a stepping stone There's a porch and a light and a place I'm known Homesick, but I'm headed home Headed home Headed home