Yea, the wheels are grinding down a highway in the dark,
Maps are useless, these roads are torn apart,
I go blinded but guided by the shadows in my eyes,
Lost all direction and the world has gone to bed,
Digging in my pocket to get someone else's hand,
What a different story, every solitary line I write,
But I feel like I'm almost home,
And I feel like I'm almost home,
You looking for signs but it's way too late to ask,
I see a million exits but I stare and let them pass,
Though the road is paved its been narrowed by the secrets that it keeps,
Well I see your face smiling through my tears,
Pass another place and relive all the years,
I gotta keep on smiling even when my heart begs to sleep,..
And I feel like I'm almost home,
And i feel like I might be coming home,
Keep a light on, let it shine on me,
I think I am closer than I used to be,
Keep a light on let it shine shine on me,
I think I am closer than I wanna be...
Now the wheels are grinding down highways in the night,
No signs no streetlights not a resting stop in sight,
but I go blinded but you know I'm guard, that I'm guarded by the shadows that are in my heart and you're in my heart
and I feel like I'm almost home
and I feel like I just might be coming home,
I just might be home,
You know I might be coming home...
---
Lyrics submitted by Julie.