Оригинален текст
Eight more miles and i'll be home
back in your grace where i belong
tonight i'm sleeping in my own bed
with my blue tick feather pillow underneath my head
I feel the wheels on 65
i don't know when - felt so alive
eight more miles
eight more miles and i'll be home
Since i've been gone everything's changed
there's been two weeks of steady rain
and the dogwoods bloom - pink and white
and that damp smell of new cut grass is everywhere tonight