And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

It's a long, hard road I'm traveling on Seems forever I've been gone Yeah, it's a long hard road I'm traveling on Lord I need to find my way back home I hear the voice my sweet momma called me Telling me to change my ways In my mind, I smell the dogwood

Just trying to find, my way back home The old me, is dead and gone, dead and gone Ooh, I've been travelin' on this road too long And ooh, I've been travelin' on this road too long No more stress, now I'm straight I turn my head to the east I don't see

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast

You can't always see me But you know that I'm always there When you see one shining Take it as mine And remember I'm always near If you see a comet Baby I'm on it Making my way back home It won't be long

Hurt me when I'm close to you Tell me lies and not the truth Carve your wrongs in my skin Love is killing me so sweet Like the torture that I need For my way back home Hurt my soul Love destroy my chroming soul

I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Console me in my darkest hour But you made your way back home Could this be that the truth is always gray Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away Fill their

I'm on my way back home Take the hand Guide the way Find the truth Take your heart into your hand To tempt the fool into the mine Let loose the snake with antidote

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad