Rolling Home John Farnham

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