Lyrics
My emotional location is a whistle-stop
And the only whistle is the lonely wind that blows
Across the thistles and the ironweeds
Through the drought and through the rain
To the barest of the plains
I never knew that it could feel this nice
Oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Jesus tap dancing Christ
Feels good to be home
Oh-ohh
My emotional location is a special spot
You find it's found by wildly pointing at the map
Across the rivers and the interstates
And I know these weathered paths
As if it's tattooed on my chest
To the atoms of the West (no)
Ooh, yeah
I never knew that it could feel this nice
Oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Jesus tap dancing Christ
Feels good to be home
Jesus tap dancing Christ
Feels good to be home
It's good to be home
