[Verse 1] Suitcase by the back door Little hand grabbing on my leg He says "Daddy Can you stay more?" I just smile But my heart breaks Three weeks of white lines FaceTime kisses through a screen Chasing down these rough nights To hold a five-year-old's dream [Chorus] I get a week at home Then I'm gone again Seven days of fixing bikes Praying with them Tucking them in before that Sunday flight Trying to pour a whole life In a handful of nights Yeah This old highway keeps calling my name But every mile takes a piece of you away You and the kids in that little blue house alone While I live for that week at home [Verse 2] She’s folding tiny T-shirts One’s got ketchup One’s got paint She’s doing three jobs in her sweatshirt Bills and bedtime Losing faith Three kids at the table One chair empty every night She says grace "Lord Keep him able" Then she turns off every light [Chorus] [Bridge] [low male vocal register] I’m singing to a room full of strangers But I only see your face in the glow Every cheer just echoes the distance Between this stage and where I wanna go [female vocals enter Soft] I’m standing at a sink full of dishes Counting days on my fingers again Tell the crowd that you love them But come home and remember where you’ve been [Chorus] [Outro] Suitcase by the back door But this time it just sits there still You curl up on my chest Whisper "Stay as long as you will" If the road wants to own me It can wait outside alone ‘Cause I’m done with a week at home Yeah I’m done with a week at home
