The jacket's in the car if you decide you're getting cold 
A stripe, a line, a fade design, 
This fountain light is made of gold 
And your saving your coins for someplace 
That you think you'll love 
And your saving your last words for someone 
Who knows what they're made of 
You're my way home 
You're my way home 
There's muscles in your hands 
That keep the music flowing, flowing 
Until those sleepy heads are gone 
And I wake up with sound in my head 
I don't remember what happened last night, or what I said 
But you're my way home 
You're my way home 
You're my way 
Home, home, home 
You're my way 
Home, home, home 
You're my way