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We moved to town on a Monday The house was empty and so were we; We ordered pizza from a man on the phone. This town ain’t bad, but it ain’t home. I took my daughter to a brand new school, New faces, new rules; on the playground, She was all alone. This town ain’t bad, but it sure ain’t home. And the wind will blow Catch the dreams we sow Steal us far away... Far away from home. Don’t know the names of the streets I drive Can’t find my house, don’t know why Some people want to be a rollin’ stone. No, this town ain’t so bad, but it sure ain’t home. (instrumental verse and chorus) We wake up between strange walls, We get up and we pace the halls, Try to remember why we ever set out to roam, Pray the good Lord’s gonna bring us home... We pray the good Lord’s gonna bring us on back home. And the wind will blow Catch the dreams we sow Steal us far away... Steal us on back home. And the wind will blow And catch the dreams we sow Steal us far away Go on, steal us on back home.