These steps they remind me of places that I used to know,

The smell and the sand of Lake Tahoe,

The restaurants and strip malls and chimney smoke,

And these bricks remind me of places I used to go,

With log cabins lining a dirt road,

When my obligations were in the snow,



I miss home and I miss you,

When there's no one around and nothing to do,



And I still remember those weekends when I was nine,

And four hours seemed like a lifetime,

But look out the window son, you'll be fine,

And I traced the railroad through mountains and watched the trees,

The white powder resting on their leaves,

As I pulled a blanket over my knees,



Oh, I miss home and I miss you,

When there's no one around and nothing to do,

And I know that you're keeping busy too,

But I miss home and I miss you,