I-70
I tore everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here, I'd be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone
I called my brother and I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I left conquered a long, long time ago
My streets, my friends, the place I call my home
Something was missing, I had to make sure
That there was really a world out there
And now my thumb catches the breeze
As cars fly by, just a few feet in front of me
And I think I finally found my peace
But God knows I've been doing all the wrong things
God knows I've been doing all the wrong things
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I stand here on the side of the interstate
The wind blows dust in my face
My feet are tired, my body aches
I ain't slept for days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
I hope someday that you can forgive me
I hope somewhere that you understand
Deafening nights, the beat of our heartbeat
I should've known that it all had to end
I tore everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here, I'd be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone
I called my brother and I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here, I'd be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone
I called my brother and I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I left conquered a long, long time ago
My streets, my friends, the place I call my home
Something was missing, I had to make sure
That there was really a world out there
And now my thumb catches the breeze
As cars fly by, just a few feet in front of me
And I think I finally found my peace
But God knows I've been doing all the wrong things
God knows I've been doing all the wrong things
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
I stand here on the side of the interstate
The wind blows dust in my face
My feet are tired, my body aches
I ain't slept for days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
For days and days and days
I hope someday that you can forgive me
I hope somewhere that you understand
Deafening nights, the beat of our heartbeat
I should've known that it all had to end
I tore everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
Next time they came here, I'd be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone
I called my brother and I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
And I said
"Brother, I'm coming home"
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