Marc Broussard - Going Home lyrics

Wake up, crossed another state line Fed up, a hundred million miles to drive Yeah.... I hope you'll be waitin at the door With open arms, like you did before So carry me free You know I was born to roam I need you to help me along And I'm driving all night going home Tell me, Tell me that you'll always be true Keep me going, tell me what to do To get back to you You know I was born to roam I need you to help me along And I'm driving all night going home Going home