These steps they remind me
Of places I used to know
The smell and the sand at Lake Tahoe
The restaurants and strip malls
And chimney smoke
And these bricks they remind me
Of places I used to go
With log cabins lining a dirt road
When my obligations were in the snow
I miss home
and I miss you
When there's no one around and nothing to do
And I still remember those weekends
When I was nine
And four hours seemed like a lifetime
"But look out the window, Son
You'll be fine"
And I'd trace the railroad through mountains
And watch the trees
The white powder resting on there leaves
As I pulled a blanket over my knees
I miss home and I miss you
When there's no one around
Or nothing to do
And I know that you're keeping busy, too
But I miss home
And I miss you