Looking out my window, what do I see
That old sun comes shining through the cypress trees
A big old rambling house, built long ago for someone's wife
In the heart of the city, living a mellow country life
Barbara's in the kitchen, she's making lunch for Jill
Richard's loading up the Ford for a trip into the hills
And Don's out in the yard, working on his car
And I'm sitting in this quiet room, playing my guitar
Well, I can't call them my family, 'cause we're not of common blood
When I think about going home, this is one place I can come
Living on the road without a house to call my own
That door is always open, it helps me feel I'm not alone
Well, many nights we've gathered around the table in this room
Singing songs and talking and looking at the moon
A summer to remember when our time had passed away
It's hard to think where we might be ten years from today
All around this country, we're all singers in one band
If you have a friend who's travelling, won't you help him when you can
Share the things you've learned and he'll tell you what he's seen
Let your songs bring you together, while you follow in your dreams