L ooking out my w indow what do I s ee
That old sun comes shining throu gh the cypress tr ees
A big old rambling h ouse built long ag o for someone's w ife
In the h eart of the c ity living a m ellow c ountry l ife
Barbara's in the k itchen she's m aking lunch for J ill
Richard's loading up the Ford for a t rip into the h ills
And D on's out in the y ard w orking on his c ar
And I'm s itting in this q uiet room p laying m y guit ar
Well I can't call them my f amily 'cause we're n ot of common b lood
When I think about going home this is one place I can co me
L iving on the r oad without a h ouse to call my o wn
That d oor is always o pen it h elps me feel I'm n ot al one
Well many nights we've g athered around the t able in this r oom
Singing songs and talking and l ooking at the mo on
A s ummer to rem ember when our t ime had passed aw ay
It's h ard to think where w e might be t en years f rom tod ay
All around this c ountry we're all s ingers in one b and
If you have a friend who's travelling won't you h elp him when you c an
S hare the things you've l earned and he'll t ell you what he's s een
Let your s ongs bring you tog ether while you f ollow i n your d reams