There is no hope for the human race We are flawed Searching for God I'm beaten down Will - taken away I cannot face another day I've lost my ground Standing face to face I'll never see my home again

A beautiful believer She don't know how much I need her She gives me strength When mine's all gone She always keeps me hanging on When I feel I've lost my way She leads me home Rode into town at only eighteen My girl beside me and a baby in a car seat

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

Ask any ol’ barstool Ask any ol’ barstool in this town Ask my new found party crowd Sure I take more jack in my coke now Sure I stay ‘til they’re all long gone And I take the long way home But I ain’t sittin’ ‘round Tryin’ to drown the thought of you I

Hate and war The only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate, hate, hate, the hate of a nation A million miles from home And get war from the junkies

I'll find my way, find my way home, oh, oh, oh I'll keep gettin' up when I hit the ground Oh, never give up, no, never give up no, no, oh And I won't let you get me down I won't let you get me down But I won't never give up, no, never give up, no, no No,

Home now, I'm home now But I'm home now And I'm one of those lucky ones I've been roaming round the lost and found One more mile in my shoes Spoke my hearts when I had the mind to Lost my way, trying to find truth Cross my heart and I hope to make it

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass Was never much but we made the most

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking I may cry ruinin' my makeup Tough girl whose soul aches I'm at home, on my own Check my phone, nothing, though Act busy, order in Pay TV, it’s agony Wash away all the things you've taken And I don't care if I

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