Pillow From Home - Brazzaville

Late night all alone

Just sitting in my hotel room

Wishing I was back at home

A long flight halfway around the globe

This life at 30,000 feet

Well it’s starting to take it’s toll

I got my pillow from home

Here on the 33rd floor

And I loaded all your photographs

Into my mobile phone

But they only made me miss you more

I got my beat up guitar

And my pocket Moleskine

I packed my echinacea drops

And all my speaker tapes

‘Cause I’m out here on the road again

I’m out here on the road again

A strange light warms my soul

When I travel to a distant place

To play a little rock and roll

But someday just you and me

We’ll be gazing at a setting sun

In a little garden by the sea

I got my pillow from home

Here on the 33rd floor

And I loaded all your photographs

Into my mobile phone

But they only made me miss you more

I got my beat up guitar

And my pocket Moleskine

I packed my echinacea drops

And all my speaker tapes

‘Cause I’m out here on the road again

I’m out here on the road again