Coming Home

(álbum: Self Made In America - 2022)

One more exit, a left and then a right
Down that old dirt road, to a welcome home porchlight
I'm just running I peek inside my window
Lives running around, dinners on the table
Everyone outside thinks that I'm living too fast
I gotta get away with things I know will last

Home
Home

All in when I take a ride, down like to the rodeo
When I take a little call from home
That's all I know, keep me on the roll
And I know that I'll be fine
When I think about all the time
That I had on the road with the band on go
With the fans singing Overtime
When the bus pulls up and we light this up
It's on and popping y'all
When we all wake up and it's still love
Love singing bout that northern drawl
I'm on that long road, trying to make it with a blindfold
To get home to that zip code
Where my life is on that backroad
I see that light on with that porch lit in each time zone
My dreams in my rearview, I stand up and fight on
Never take for granted what I'm working for
Never listen when they say impossible

These white lines were getting longer
But my faith was getting stronger
And my dreams were slowly coming true
I'm so grateful 'cause I'm crushing it with you

Home, I'm coming home, coming home
Coming home, I'm coming home, coming home

Back home in the middle of Montana, where the feeling of freedom rings
Backroads and a little cabana, man I love all the simple things
I'm kinda feeling home but I'm thinking bout my pot of gold
And I can't wait to get on the road to my real life and heart and soul
One more night, one more show, one more fight
Sitting lonely with the bus stop knowing that I can't stop growing if I do things right

Staring at the bus windshield
Chasing what I know is real
Waiting through the fear and fake shit
I've already fucking made it

Home, I'm coming home
I've already made it
Home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home

Coming home