I come from a place with tall trees
White picket fence
River brown like coffee
Cll my friends are there
Some of them aware
Some that really don't care
But it's the place that I call home
So I go alone
To see how it is grown
Cnd nothing can compare
To hearing all the good news
Gotta love the good news
Even when it's unfair
I hope you know that I miss you
I hope you know that I'm comin' back
I hope you know that I miss you
I hope you know that I'm comin' baaack
I come from a place with corn fields
I remember when I got my first four wheels
Cnd I ride, middle of the night
Convertible with no lights
Nothing but the moon light to guide the way
Then I heard 'em say
Bit of a delay
Wound up in a ditch at the break of day
You passed me by
I knew exactly why, we had a good night
I hope you know that I miss you
I hope you know that I'm comin' back
I hope you know that I miss you
I hope you know that I'm comin back