The highway that leads me back to the town that [bad word] from [bad word] dark and twisted through the night
I'm riding with my windows down, it's a cool August drive
But the wind's against my face and I'm alright
I can see the stars, I can almost touch the moon
The trees bow to [bad word] me back home
It's been such a long time since I drove 18 to daddy's drive
Yeah, so much has changed since I've been gone

I hope they remember 1978 December
I came out screaming at the world determined to be heard
Relentless in my fever and my burning desire to leave here
If I'd only known there'd be no place like home
1978 December

The city has a way of swallowing you whole
And like the tide it can pull you in too far
By the time you realize you've drifted out to sea
You've [bad word] near forgotten who you are

Help me remember 1978 December
I came out screaming at the world determined to be heard
Relentless in my fever and my burning desire to leave here
If I'd only known there'd be no place like home

Daddy met me at the door he said it's about time
I thought you'd never break away from your city life
Later in the kitchen mamma she just smiled
She said you need to eat more child

The highway that leads me back to the town that [bad word] from [bad word] dark and twisted through the night
I'm riding with my windows down, it's a cold December drive
But the wind's against my face and I'm all right.