Searching for a Home

A dry morning breeze
On the highway heading out of town
Empty desert all around
Helps me feel at ease
Cruise at seventy-eight
Still cars are flying past
Never mind the price of gas
People running late
In an on the way café
A friendly man, a giant flag and a crucifix
A girl collapses on the floor
I wonder if she also had the tuna fish
Well I'm searching for a home
A place that I can make my own
Somewhere anchored in the stone
Somewhere I don't feel
I don't feel
I don't feel alone
End of the route
A glitzy little mountain town
Snow is really coming down
I should have brought my boots
The streets are still
I guess the folks that live here
Need jewelry and realtors
More than they need milk
In a fancy hotel bar
A woman's wearing makeup
And a cowboy hat
Outside on the patio
A man on a Zamboni
Makes the ice rink flat
Well I'm searching for a home
A place that I can make my own
Somewhere anchored in the stone
Somewhere I don't feel
I don't feel, I don't feel
I see a hideaway surrounded by the trees
I see an open door, a wooden porch
Sunlight through the eaves
I see a room to play my music
A workshop for my tools
I see the furniture I built myself and every day I use
And when I'm outside
I can hear the silence
Last stop first glance
A city with a core of charm
Shooting outward like a bomb
I probably missed my chance
Airbnb
Fit for techies on the roam
A house that could have been a home
For a family
In a hippie coffee shop
I buy a cappuccino
And some funny socks
Someone's coming in the door
A little invitation in the way she walks
Well I'm searching for a home
A place that I can make my own
Somewhere anchored in the stone
Somewhere I don't feel
I don't feel
I don't feel alone