GOING HOME

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Verse 1:

Been on the road, for some time now. Been on the road, for some time now.

Seems lately, things have been, falling apart. Just Falling apart.

Something keeps telling me, when times were bad,

I could always go home. 

Spent so much time running, running to keep from running.

Now my hands are wet with sweat, And I’ve nothing to show for it.

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Verse 2:

In the back of my mind.    In the back of my mind.

I’ve come to a, a real, Realization.

Even a Rolling Stone, he rolls, till he finds a home. I found mine; I’m going home. 

I can smell the kettle, cooking on the stove.

It doesn’t have to be much. Lord knows, doesn’t gotta to be much. It’s just got to be, a home.