These steps they remind me
Of place I used to know
The smell and the sand at Lake Tahoe
The restaurants and strip malls
And chimney smoke

And these bricks they 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'd trace the railroad through mountains
And watch the trees
The white powder resting on their leaves
As I pulled a blanket over my knees

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