The Road Home
I was just a small boy in a northern newfie town
Wide eyes and big dreams of leaving home
Didn’t want to wait till I was old enough to wander
So I travelled in my mind when I was alone
I day dreamed ‘bout the bright lights in big cities
And I’d lay awake at night waiting for the time
When I could pack my bags
And I could head out for adventure
Never dreaming once about what’s behind
I’m just dreaming of the road that leaving home
Somewhere out there I just want to roam
Staring out the window at the water trees and stone
And dreaming of the road that’s leaving home
Well I finally hit the age of adult freedom
Could see it now I’d make it on my own
No worries cares or anyone to guide me
It wasn’t long before the turns I took were wrong
And I spent some nights behind the gates of freedom
Was my first taste of loneliness and fear
And Monday morning they said boy you’re leaving
And I swore that I would never go back there
But that’s the cracks upon a road that’s leaving home
This dreaming ain’t so easy all alone
I’ve been staring out this window at the water trees and stone
And dreaming of the road that takes me home
Well years have passed by since I left that small town
I’m back there many thousand miles away
And I settled on in this one room apartment
Wishing I was leaving here today
‘Cause I miss my mom and dad and all my family
I miss staring at the water trees and stone
And my mind goes back to many years ago now
Back to when I dreamed of leaving home
But now I pray upon a road that takes me home
I’m tired of being out here all alone
The age upon my face shows all the agony and stones
That I faced upon the highway leaving home
Now I pray upon a road that takes me home