Highway Home

We are on the highway home, We pass another pawn shop And you say that soon my phone, Will be ringing off the hook, And that's your way, to say I should have a little faith In what I know, to be true. And I can tell that you, Have left me in your mind And pretty soon you'll move, All the way to California And I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'll be fine, cause I see you.