I-70

I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
The 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

I left, conquered, a long, long time ago
My streets, my friends, the place I called my home
Something was missing I had to make sure
That there was really a world out there
My thumb catches the breeze
As cars fly by just a few feet in front of me
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

I stand here on the side of the Interstate
The wind blows dust in my face
My feet are tired and my body aches
I ain't slept for days and days and days
I hope one day that you can forgive me
I hope somewhere that you understand
Deafening nights, the beater, our heartbeat
I should have known that it all had to end

I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment
Rent was paid for the next three months
The next time they came here I'd be gone
I walked two blocks to a phone and I called my brother I said
Brother, I'm coming home