There's endless sets of roads,
before I get to come home.
I'm dreaming there'll be,
people waiting there for me.
They'll clap their hands;
and stomp their feet.
We'll celebrate,
and then it's time to eat.
Maybe we'll share stories
of where we've been.
Play board games,
or just play pretend.
But we've still got
a lot of places left to go,
right before I get to come back home.
