Rain drops on a little spot on the road.
The comfort of memories we roam.
Follow old impressions that we know.
Always, they're always ago.
And I'm losing myself
on this dusty little road.
Chasing street signs and city lights.
Forever I go home.
Waking up in the middle of the things that we own.
And all this shiny stuff around ain't gold.
Honestly I know, I know, I can't let it go.
In things that we owe
I'm losing myself
on this dusty little road.
Chasing street signs and city lights.
Forever I come home.
I come home, coming home
I come home, coming home
I'm losing myself
on this dusty little road.
Chasing street signs and city lights.
Forever I come home.
I come home. I come home.
Forever I come home.
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