Till the morning comes

Some say all that you know
Is what you are
And it’s hard to, think like you do
Here from afar
Don’t ya know?

Well I know of a place far down from here.
Bonfires and fireflies, with dancing spheres.
So let the good times roll
And let your hair hang down.
Cuz you know we aren’t gonna stop
Till the morning comes around.

(Chorus)
And I’ll drive my wheels all through the country.
I’d walk the mile, just to come back home to you.
Ways of the world, got me feelin’ down, so low.
I need to come back home, to the place I’ve known.