Lletres: Neil Young. Interstate.

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.