I’ve logged some miles, you know I’ve traveled around
I’ve seen the West Coast, I’ve been up it and down
Searched in its cities, ate in three Chinatowns
The food was fine, drank good wine
I tried on Texas, thought that cowboys were cool
Wore me a twenty-gallon hat by the pool
And boots with heels that made me trip like a fool
It wasn’t Zen, though I was taller then
So off to Paris for café au lait
Ran with the bulls along the Champs Ellysee
Which brought to life the better-dead Hemingway
Oh I was wrong, but the coffee was strong
Then to the desert I decided to flee
My red Econoline, my black dog and me
A Taos sunset is still something to see
But it’s not home, when you’re all alone
Fifty-some years and I’m still out on the road
I’m flat exhausted from a-hauling this load
Cast in a witch’s spell, a silly old toad
But now I’m done, with this so-called fun
Cause I know enough about my traveling to say
With utter certainty this isn’t the way
The home I’m looking for ain’t in San Tropez
It’s in my heart, it’s Cupid’s dart
But this love I’m talking about’s no French parasol
No southern cutie with a shoot-em-up drawl
A Taos sunset can’t compare, not at all
To the real thing, to the golden ring
So where I’m living could be Kalamazoo
So long as I’m feeling me loving you
So long as I am sure that this is all true
Cause then I’m home, and I won’t roam…