Pulled into the station
And they're playing Waylon Jennings
When you're driving through Selena
You'll see the lights are blinding
Yeah, and I'll be thinking of you
Ohhh, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow
A million miles of nothing
Yeah, you're driving on the moon
I can smell you on the pillow
Of the hotel room
Baby, make it and call me soon
Ohhh, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow
Ohhh, my baby's going home
My baby's going home
Tomorrow