With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies
 There's no room, no room inside
 For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride

 Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon
 Sun through the trees tells me I'll be there soon
 The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying
 About the times I find myself lying.

 I must have fallen by the wayside
 The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
 Give me a sign in your direction
 And show me to road to your soul.

 Un hitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me
 I'll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly,
 Barefoot and riding bareback
 Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty.

 Close the chapter on a journey...
 Burn the book and give me sanctuary,
 In your arms it feels like...
 In your arms it feels like...
 It feels like home