One last call and I'm feeling drunk again
Got this old guitar and some skinny cigarettes
Not quite sure just exactly where I am
But tomorrow I'll be home
And it won't matter where I've been
When the Sun comes up in the morning
I'll be well on my way home
Darling now's the time to dry your eyes
Cause I'll be holding you in the morning light
These days that I've been gone
Are the longest that I've seen
From Austin to L.A., and everywhere between
Don't you worry baby I'll be coming home again
I'll be walking up your road I'll be holding out my hand
When the Sun comes up in the morning
I'll be well on my way home
Darling now's the time to dry your eyes
Cause I'll be holding you in the morning light
I'll be holding on to you in the morning light
