Pulls Me Homedifferent Cities

Pulls me home.
Window seat,
morning rain.
Different city, same old plane.
Coffee cold, another room.
Still I wake up
Thinking of you.
Red-eye home,
city below.
Your voice is with me
Wherever I go.
Long way back, one thing I know.
Every mile
pulls me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Neon streets, hotel signs.
Different clocks, different times.
Days move on, cities change.
You still feel exactly the same.
One more flight,
one more road.
One more night,
then I'm home.
All these miles between us now.
I'll make them disappear somehow.
When the road gets hard to hold.
I hear your voice,
and I keep going.
Red-eye home,
city below.
Your voice is with me
Wherever I go.
Long way back, one thing I know.
Every mile
pulls me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Every mile pulls me home.
Red-eye.
Take me home.