These Steps They Remind Me Of Places That I Used To Know,
The Smell And The Sand Of Lake Tahoe,
The Restaurants And Strip Malls And Chimney Smoke,
And These Bricks Remind Me Of Places I Used To Go,
With Log Cabins Lining A Dirt Road,
When My Obligations Were In The Snow,

I Miss Home And I Miss You,
When There's No One Around And Nothing To Do,

And I Still Remember Those Weekends When I Was Nine,
And Four Hours Seemed Like A Lifetime,
But Look Out The Window Son, You'll Be Fine,
And I Traced The Railroad Through Mountains And Watched The Trees,
The White Powder Resting On Their Leaves,
As I Pulled A Blanket Over My Knees,

Oh, I Miss Home And I Miss You,
When There's No One Around And Nothing To Do,
And I Know That You're Keeping Busy Too,
But I Miss Home And I Miss You.