Through the Windshield

The cornfields of Illinois
The streets of south Detroit
I’ve seen it all
I’ve seen it all
The Johnson city lights
The Broadway marquee signs
Far from home
So far from home
'Cause there ain’t nothing like what you see
Feeling that rumble underneath your feet
When you’re chasing that setting sun
There ain’t nothing looks half as sweet
As the door flying open when you run to me
That’s what I wanna see
Through the windshield
All the rumors in this town
And the neon shining down
I’ll leave it all
I’ll leave it all
Passing mile marker signs
Till I cross that county line
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
'Cause there ain’t nothing like what you see
Feeling that rumble underneath your feet
When you’re chasing that setting sun
There ain’t nothing looks half as sweet
As the door flying open when you run to me
That’s what I wanna see
Through the windshield, yeah
'Cause there ain’t nothing looks half as sweet
As the screen door slamming when you run to me
That’s what I wanna see, yeah
You’re all I wanna see
Through the windshield
Through the windshield, yeah