I remember when I had it all figured out 
Summer days, summer nights 
You let it go any day, any price 

These highways bring us home, 
and I will make it up to you somehow. 
And I will make it up to you somehow. 

I can count to twenty-three, 
so sleep, sleep tonight. 
I'm sorry I'm not home, home to do 
all the things that I love to do. 

These highways bring us home, 
and I will make it up to you somehow. 
And I will make it up to you somehow. 

And I will make it up to you somehow. 
And I will make it up to you somehow. 
I will make it up to you somehow. 
I will make it up to you somehow. 
I will make it up to you somehow. 
I will make it up to you somehow