Salina

Rolling into Salina with a suitcase and these old boots
The gas tank says it's empty nothing left but fumes.
I'll be stranded here till morning but that's alright.
Oh this journey I'm on, it ain't go no deadline.

I met a man in the valley: said, "I was just like you."
He said, "I know of a place where you can start brand new."
Oh I followed him, just hoping it was true.
But I turned and ran 'cause I couldn't shake the thought of you.

Home is where the heart is, and your choices they follow you.
The path you take is the path you make, and mine leads back to you.

I ran clear cross the desert till I felt the ocean breeze.
I followed the coast to the border where the mounties questioned me.
He said, "You look like a rambler chasing a rolling stone.
You better call your mamma, tell her you're coming home."

I was derailed for a moment when the big sky caught my eye.
Just like a blue eyed beauty she occupied my time,
But it wasn't enough to keep me there for long.
Oh starry nights they only sing sad songs.

Home is where the heart is, and your choices they follow you.
The path you take is the path you make, and mine leads back to you.

Home is where the heart is, and your choices they follow you.
The path you take is the path you make, and mine leads back to you.

Riding this lonesome highway. Headed east on old route two.
The mountains are behind me, and my path leads back to you.