Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies.
A couple fives in my pocket
A couple whiskeys just might stop these wheels of mine from spinning all the time
I've been running so fast, now I'm running out of gas
I've got nothing left
Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomery
Somewhere between Birmingham and Mobile, Alabama she waits for me
She knows that a star-filled summer night and one look from those wild eyes is gonna set me free
I can't wait to touch down cause I need her touch now
She's where I belong
Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomer
Wait for me, wait for me
Aw wait for me, wait for me
Aw wait for me, wait for me
Oh wait for me, wait for me
Wait for me, wait for me
Yeah, I'm going home
Yeah, I'm going home to my Montgomery
That's where I'm going, that's where I'm going, that's where I'm going) to my Montgomery
Leaving the ground tonight, trading these Chicago lights for fireflies