| Never thought I’d be so far from Georgia
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| Georgia’s where I knew I’d always live and die
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| Now here I am travelin' through Colorado
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| Livin' on the road, just tryin' to survive
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| And its been so long since I’ve felt at home
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| I’ve forgotten what it feels like to belong
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| Anywhere
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| My woman’s scared
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| I might forget who I am too
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| If I don’t come home soon
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| Last night I drank until I passed out
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| In the middle of a crowd of folks I didn’t know
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| I heard 'em laughin' at me lyin' there
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| Face-down in the dirt, huggin' a telephone pole
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| Now it’s a shame to be
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| Self-proclaimed free
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| While trapped by the blindin' symptoms of addiction
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| At twenty nine
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| Am I alive?
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| If I am, I am just barely holdin' on to life
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| Music used to be my way to escape
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| Good to bad and everything between
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| Now it’s become what defines my name
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| Oh I wonder who it was I used to be
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| And if I still
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| Have the will
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| To finish what I started, right or wrong
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| God, it’s been so long since I’ve felt at home
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| I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be alone
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| Anywhere
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| And I’m scared
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| I might forget who I am too
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| If I don’t come home soon |