"The Getting Home" lyrics

I'm pulling in the driveway while the neighbors backing out
The dog is at the front door and the baby's up by now
It's like singing your favorite song and forgetting all the lines
We'll fall back in a rhythm, it might take a little time
And it scares me, how easy it can be

Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
And the hard part is getting used to the getting home

Sometimes, I'm just a stranger with a suitcase on the floor
My clothes don't even go into the dresser anymore
I'm spinning somewhere between a blessing and a curse
Sometimes I've got to ask myself which one I'm putting first
And it scares me, how easy it can be

Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
Yeah, the hard part is getting used to the getting home

And I'm tired of having to say "I hate I missed it"
To be here, in Chicago, playing for tips and two drink tickets
I'm hoping that the climb just might be worth the fall
When I'm home, I miss the road, and when I'm on the road, I miss it all
I miss it all

Getting used to leaving
Getting used to coming down
Getting used to four wheels rolling through another lonely no name town
You say I love you through the phone
You know you been gone way too long
Yeah, the hard part is getting used to the getting home

The getting home
The getting home