It's a lonesome highway
On a darkened prairie,
'Til the sun comes up
Over a sky of blue,
But still a lonesome highway
Without you with me.
That's why I'm coming back home to you.

Can't find a star 
In the sky of the city.
Can't find a field
That ain't been mowed down.
Can't find a song
To make it all seem pretty.
The only true sight's when you're around.