Lyrics: Neon Signs And Little White Lies

Pizza Parlor and Bakersfield.
Carved in Virginia wood.
It's like heaven on Earth on an overload.
Miles down, on the open road.
I'm coming home.

Neon Signs with their little white lies.
They draw me in, Like a damned old fly.
And I'm passing town.
It's not my first,
It sure ain't gonna be my last.

Across every bridge and rolling hill,
I'm on my way, back home again.
Every house is a home; I'm pleased to say.
But when morning comes,
I'm on my way.

It's an overcast Sunday Afternoon.
The sun goes down, near San Antoine.
Music's ringing in my ears.
Voices call, and I'm getting near.
Trains are singing – far away.
It's a beautiful day.
It's a beautiful day.
Like shooting pool or drinking beer.

Pizza Parlor and Bakersfield.
Carved in Virginia wood.
It's like heaven on Earth on an overload.
Miles down, on the open road.
I'm coming home.