I lost my shoes in New York City So I bought some new because that felt fitting, yeah yeah But the pavement underneath Them walked those city streets and felt alive, yeah I almost quit in Oklahoma Ten years out here will take a toll, yeah One million miles of fear and beauty And I could not explain it even if I tried That's alright, oh yeah
Cause we're almost, we're almost home We're almost, we're almost home We're almost, we're almost home Yeah
I was offered hope and fear and savior I was offered sex from total strangers, mm And with all that noise around me I found a peace that I could call my own And we're almost home, oh oh yeah
Cause we're almost, we're almost home But we're almost, we're almost home But we're almost, we're almost home Yeah, uh huh huh We're almost, we're almost home Just another hundred miles and then it's done We're almost, we're almost home, oh
Seen a lifetime of pain and beauty, oh Felt fear and joy running through me, yeah You can lose yourself out on this road
We're almost, almost home And we're almost, almost home We're almost, almost home, yeah yeah And we're almost, we're almost home Just another thousand miles and then we're done We're almost, we're almost home
Compositor: Benjamin Rector (Ben Rector) ECAD: Obra #15397166