Phone Call From Home

Leaving town with a plan to hitchhike

Catch a ride down the New Jersey Turnpike

With a girl in a white dress

Waking up in the land of Springsteen

Puffy-eyed, drinking boardwalk caffeine

Feeling young but feeling restless

Lord knows I'll sleep when I'm dead

And I'll keep close all the things my grandpa said to me

When I feel alone, it's nice to know

I'm just a phone call from home

Fell asleep in some sheets that ain't mine

Checked out before the sunrise

Left a motel key on the dresser

The thought of flying used to scare me

Now the air's where I find peace

Until I'm home forever

Lord knows I'll sleep when I'm dead

And I'll keep close all the things my grandpa said to me

When I feel alone, it's nice to know

I'm just a phone call from home

Write down whatever you want

Hold tight to the love you've got

Realize what it is that you need

Go and get it while the gas is cheap

While we're young and reckless

We'll find the life we're left with is

Thumbs-up and heads-down

Time's moving too fast to turn around now, but

Lord knows I'll sleep when I'm dead

And I'll keep close all the things my grandpa said to me

When I feel alone, it's nice to know

I'm just a phone call from home