Eight More Miles

Eight more miles and I’ll be home
Back in your grace where I belong
Tonight I’m sleeping in my own bed
With my blue tick feather pillow underneath my head
I feel the wheels on sixty five
I don’t know when, felt so alive
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I’ll be home
Since I’ve been gone everything’s changed
There’s been two weeks of steady rain
And the dogwoods bloom, pink and white
And that damp smell of new cut grass is everywhere tonight
Sweet sunny sound, I never knew
Just how much I could miss you
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I’ll be home
I crossed the Rockies on a silver train
I’ve walked from Burghan in a pouring rain
I met with strangers I came to love
And I’ve gotten drunk with Chieftains in a Dublin hotel pub
And I dearly love these memories
But all that matters right now to me
Is eight more miles
Eight more miles and I’ll be home
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I’ll be home