Children are laughing in the sun I count the voices one by one But I'm not there to share the fun I'm out on the interstate I can hear a soft voice calling Calling me to bring my guitar home. I'm happy singing in a crowd The lights are bright, the music's loud I like to look in every face But out on the interstate I can hear a soft voice calling Calling me to bring my guitar home. Out in the dusty desert wind The fox goes looking for a friend She sees a light around the bend I'm out on the interstate I can hear a soft voice calling Calling me to bring my guitar home.