Children are laughing in the sun. I count the voices one by one. But I'm not there to share the fun. I'm out on the interstate. I can hear a soft voice calling. Calling me to bring my guitar home. I'm happy singing in a crowd. The lights are bright the music's loud. I like to look in every face. But out on the interstate. I can hear a soft voice calling. Calling me to bring my guitar home. Out in the dusty desert wind. The fox goes looking for a friend. She sees a light around the bend. I'm out on the interstate. I can hear a soft voice calling. Calling me to bring my guitar home