Back At Home With You
Travelin down this freeway,
I'm wishing I were free from this world that I'm in...
I'm wonderin if the traffic knows just where they're
going? and if they knew the storm was coming,
would they continue on this road?
Travelin down this freeway,
I'm wishing I were home where the love of Jesus grows...
Why did I choose to continue on this road
where the unknown comes, unknown?
My family back at home wonders when I'll return,
I'll stay dear family, where I belong.
Back at home with you.
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