Finally Home

Seen it all, endless nights and storm clouds brewing A tired heart, 18 wheels and ash-vault moving. I felt the hurt along the way, seen the tears roll down her face Nothing could ever take her place Out there on the road so alone Home, finally home Sometimes it's hard to stop a rolling stone But whenever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home Early sun rising, in and out of hotel rooms Highways winding, another town to push on through Painted memories in my mind They got me through hard days and the longer nights But now I'm turning back the tide, I didn't realize how far I'd gone Home, finally home Sometimes it's hard to be a rolling stone But wherever I may roll, I always seem to find my way back home Endless nights, that emptiness lasted forever When all I wanted was for all of us to be together Home, finally home Sometimes it's hard to stop a rolling stone But wherever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home It always seems to find its way back home I always seem to find my way back home

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