Harry Bogdanovs, and Chris Thompson



Have you ever been lonely

Tired and broken

And you dream of rolling home

My hearts on the runway

My soul on the freeway

How I wish I was rolling home



Familiar faces fill my mind

From the world I left behind

And it haunts me when I'm sleeping

I awake only to find

That the truth can be unkind

When you're living in the wasteland



I came to this city

With hope for the future

Now I long to be rolling home



Familiar faces fill my mind

As my dreams come back in time

And it haunts me when I'm sleeping

I awake only to find

That the truth can be unkind

When you're living in a wasteland



There's a car in the distance

To take me to freedom

Tomorrow, I'll be rolling home

Maybe tomorrow rolling home



I'm tired of living on my own

Tomorrow, I'll be rolling home

Break the chains that hold me down

Set my sights I'm homeward bound