Microwave - I-70 lyrics

I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment. Rent was paid for the next three months. The next time they came here I’d be gone. I walked two blocks to a phone, I called my brother and I said, “Brother, I’m coming home.” I left, conquered, a long long time ago. My streets, my friends, the place I called my home. Something was missing I had to make sure that there was really a world out there. My thumb catches the breeze as cars fly by just a few feet in front of me. I think I finally found my peace, but God knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things. God knows I’ve been doing all the wrong things.

I stand here on the side of the Interstate. The wind blows dust in my face. My feet are tired and my body aches. I ain’t slept for days and days and days. I hope one day that you can forgive me. I hope somewhere that you understand. Deafening nights, the beater, our heartbeat. I should have known that it all had to end. I took everything I owned from that lonely apartment. Rent was paid for the next three months. The next time they came here I’d be gone. I walked two blocks to a phone and I called my brother I said, “Brother, I’m coming home.”