| I used to have a home |
| a place I started from |
| a place to call my own |
| bright lights and late nights |
| the devil took me on a midnight ride |
| left me out in the desert on my own |
| Now I feel alone |
| I need a hand to help me find my way back home |
| I’m a drifter out on a dead end road |
| trying to find my way back home to get to you, oh to get to you |
| lord I’ve been gone for far too long headed to places I don’t belong |
| and I’ve got to get back home to you |
| sometimes I think about the past |
| the road that I was on |
| the one that lead me home |
| I’ll walk on another day |
| I may wonder but I never stray |
| cause I found out the hard way sin don’t pay |
| Now I feel alone |
| I need a hand to help me find my way back home |
| I’m a drifter out on a dead end road |
| trying to find my way back home to get to you, oh to get to you |
| lord I’ve been gone for far too long headed to places I don’t belong |
| and I’ve got to get back home to you |
| and when I feel the night is closing in |
| and I can barely breathe the air |
| I just remember that I’ve got a friend |
| who really cares |
| oh who really cares |
| I’m a drifter out on a dead end road |
| trying to find my way back home to get to you, oh to get to you |
| lord I’ve been gone for far too long headed to places I don’t belong |
| and I’ve got to get back home to you |