There's an open road ahead of me
And an empty seat beside me.
Waiting on the sunshine to make me happy
Or the rain to let me break down
And cry out to you.

And I wonder
Why do I ever leave you
And turn the other way?
You call me out from the desert;
"Come home, it's not too late,
It's not too late."

Wonder when or why I ever leave you,
Chasing other lovers that's no compared to you.
And by the time I say I'm sorry so
You've forgotten my mistakes.

And I wonder
Why do I ever leave you
And turn the other way?
You call me out from the desert;
"Come home, it's not too late,
It's not too late."

Lately I've been wondering
Where I go, where I'm going;
Lately I've been listening
To your voice so fierce.

Take me out to the desert,
Speak to me tenderly;
Take me out to the desert,
Speak to me tenderly.

Why do I ever leave you?
You call me out from the desert;
"Come home, it's not too late,
It's not too late."