Harry bogdanovs, and chris thompson      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      I'm tired of living on my own   Tomorrow, I'll be rolling home   Break the chains that hold me down   Set my sights I'm homeward bound