Track 6 of the album Last Ferry Across · 2024
Bus Ticket Back to the Blue Ridge
“Six months in a city of a thousand lights and not one of them knew my name. So I bought a bus ticket home.”
country · homecoming country · blue ridge twang · 4:16
Lyrics
Six months in a city with a thousand lights And not a single one of them knows my name I fry my eggs on a stove that's not my own And the radio plays the same old game But last night I dreamed of a creek in the pines And my grandma's biscuits on a window sill So I counted up my tips on the kitchen floor And I found enough to go home still Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge Got a heart that's pulling south Got a mountain I've been missing like a word I can't say with my mouth Homesick is a slow sweet ache That only home can mend Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge And I'm going home again The city's got its glitter and its speed But it doesn't smell like rain on cedar wood And nobody waves from the porch next door Like folks back home always would I'll watch the highway roll out like a ribbon With my cheek against the window glass And somewhere past the Carolina line I'll feel the years slip past Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge Got a heart that's pulling south Got a mountain I've been missing like a word I can't say with my mouth Homesick is a slow sweet ache That only home can mend Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge And I'm going home again I don't hate the city, no, I learned a lot I learned how much I'm made of where I'm from And the porch light on the hill will be burning For the girl who's coming home Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge Got a heart that's pulling south Got a mountain I've been missing like a word I can't say with my mouth Homesick is a slow sweet ache That only home can mend Got a bus ticket back to the Blue Ridge And I'm going home again Going home again Going home again