Finally Home - Alex Roe, Abby Ryder Fortson

Seen it all, endless nights and storm clouds brewing

A tired heart, 18 wheels, asphalt moving

I felt the hurt along the way, seen the tears roll down her face

Nothing could ever take her place

Out there on the road so alone

Home, finally home

Sometimes it’s hard to stop a rolling stone

But whenever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home

Early sun rising, in and out of hotel rooms

Highways winding, another town to push on through

Painted memories in my mind

They got me through hard days and the lonely nights

But now I’m turning back the tide, I didn’t realize how far I’d gone

Home, finally home

Sometimes it’s hard to be a rolling stone

But wherever I may roll, I always seem to find my way back home

Endless nights, that emptiness lasted forever

When all I wanted was all of us to be together

Home, finally home

Sometimes it’s hard to stop a rolling stone

But wherever it may roll, it always seems to find its way back home

It always seems to find its way back home

I always seem to find my way back home