When I die, I’m going home. I’ve been such a long time gone. I’ve spent a lifetime stacking words like bricks in the hot sun, and I’m tired of trying to understand why we can’t all sing our own song in this foreign land. It feels like decades since I’ve seen a friend—I’ve been such a long time gone—who knows how all my stories end and the places I’ve gone wrong, where I’ve fallen, where I’ve stood up straight and true. It feels like decades since I’ve seen you, friend, and the good Lord knows I’ve been missing you. So could you help me find my way? I’ve been such a long time gone. Could you give me just a place to stay, or play me that old song? You know, that one always brings a smile to my face when I am too old for my age or not native to this place. Let’s go flying off this porch tonight. I’ve been such a long time gone. It’s been years since I’ve seen the stars or watched this darkness run into daylight. It’s been years since I haven’t been afraid of the night. I’ll go climbing into this old bed. I’ve been such a long time gone. Now I have a place to lay my head and pray the night outruns all those demons that have chased me ‘cross the map, and that tomorrow I’ll be walking in as much light as I have. Oh, tomorrow I’ll be walking in as much light as I have.